Month: April 2014
SOME LIKE IT HOT
Ring of Fire Do you love hot and spicy foods or avoid them for fear of what tomorrow might bring? Some like it hot. I like it a little hot. A little spicy. I know people who pride themselves on liking… Read More ›
DRIVE BY SHOOTING
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Flowers Today we were in Boston. It was my surgery follow-up. He told me I’m doing fabulously and I look really great. “You should see how other people look a month after surgery!” I can just… Read More ›
BACK IT ALL UP!
I was just reminded of something. I go long periods and don’t think about it, but I shouldn’t, and neither should you. By “you” I mean absolutely everyone. Whatever you do — write, take pictures, or whatever — if you… Read More ›
For everything, there is a season. This is my season to itch. First, you wake up from surgery in screaming agony and after a while, it subsides. Little by little, it goes from agony to misery. The misery lasts months,… Read More ›
PREVIOUSLY PRIZED POSSESSIONS
Pride and Joy What’s your most prized possession? GO! Once upon a time, I had many prized possessions. I don’t know if you could call them my pride and joy because I reserve that designation for family members, not “stuff.”… Read More ›
TIME TO SHARE AGAIN – WEEK 17
Share Your World – 2014 Week 17 Time for another round of sharing. What are some words that just make you smile? Shirley or surely. Reminds me of “Airplane” and that always makes me smile. “Walk this way.” A Mel… Read More ›
A LIFE LIVED IN A FLASH
Flash Fiction Challenge Flash fiction can include six-word stories on up to stories of about 300 words. This is a life in summation. Three sentences in a picture.
I NEVER FORGET ANYTHING
I Can’t Stay Mad at You (or CAN I?) Do you hold grudges or do you believe in forgive and forget? Not so simple, folks. First of all, I absolutely believe in forgiveness, but forgetting? No, not happening. I remember… Read More ›
FEATURING THE KITCHEN: CEE’S ODD BALL PHOTO CHALLENGE, WEEK 9
Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: Week 9 This week, featuring my kitchen. The old wooden breadbox we bought at a yard sale, the mess of spices I keep jumbled in a bookcase and the clock which still tells time, unlike the… Read More ›
WELCOME TO KINDERGARTEN
There I am. Probably the youngest kid in the class. I’m only four, but somehow, here I am anyhow. I’m certainly the smallest. All the others seem awfully big. I don’t know it yet, but I will always be either the shortest… Read More ›
POEM TO THE THAWING WIND
A Poem to the Thawing Wind By Robert Frost ☼ Come with rain, O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; Make the settled snow-bank steam; Find the brown beneath the white; But… Read More ›
PLASTIC SMILES – YESTERYEAR’S DOLLS
Not Los Angeles. Nor old movie stars full of Botox to make them “look younger” (really makes them look like corpses, but I digress). It could be a metaphor of that West Coast city and many of its inhabitants. I’m… Read More ›
IF YOU LOOK GREAT BUT FEEL LIKE CRAP, SMILE!
I decided to take a selfie this morning. I look pretty good. I walk like Quasimodo and mumble “Oy” under my breath a lot. My chest hurts … not only the new incision, but the implanted breasts my surgeon built a few years… Read More ›
WHO ARE YOU? FAMILY TO STRANGER, OVERNIGHT
A family of strangers story by Rich Paschall, Sunday Night Blog Russell was home from the university, perhaps for the last time. He finally graduated after four and a half years and a double major from the School of Business. He… Read More ›
SKIN LIKE SILK
He’s (She’s) So Fine What was it that drew you to your significant other? Their blue eyes? Their ginger countenance? Their smile? Their voice? – – – – – Lunch hour. 1968. Manhattan. A restaurant with a view of Central… Read More ›
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANTON ARMSTRONG, MY BABY BROTHER!
Google my baby brother? Why in the wide, wide world of sports would I want or need to Google my youngest brother? Hold on — I got some ‘splainin‘ to do. First, you need to understand there’s nothing humble about… Read More ›
OH THE PRETTY FLOWERS
The garden in my parlor … fresh blossoms to brighten the season.
UNDERNEATH THE PAIN, THERE’S ME
I had a spinal fusion and laminectomy when I was 19. For the next 45 years, I pretended I didn’t have a problem. I rode horses, climbed mountains, went sledding and skating and hiking. Then, one day, thanks to an… Read More ›