Good intentions I meant to write a little something on stats when my followers passed the 2000 mark and certainly when the number of posts exceeded 2000. I meant to, but I forgot. There's been a lot of stuff going on lately. So much so that by Tuesday of this week, I thought it was … Continue reading STATS AND STATS
Not so long ago in A Glance Backward. I wrote about The Letter Q and the letters it contained from authors who wrote to their younger selves. Below is a letter I wrote and put up here over a year ago following the inspiration given by that book. I must confess that it was much harder to read now … Continue reading SENDING A LETTER HOME – RICH PASCHALL
A piece of home alone fiction by Rich Paschall The alarm went off at 6 am as usual. Instead of hitting the snooze bar, George turned off the alarm and got up. It was Wednesday, trash collection day in the small Florida town. He no longer had Ethel to push him out of bed so he … Continue reading I AM HOME – By Rich Paschall
Back when I was very much younger and hornier ... like really horny most of the time ... there was lots of discussion about The Spot. You know. That critical yet somehow elusive spot on the female anatomy? I assumed I knew what everyone was talking about though I was never sure because we can't call … Continue reading IS THERE AN APP FOR THAT?
“Good morning,” I said. It was going to be a hot, sticky day. I noticed the top of the Dutch door was open. I closed it. “How are you feeling?” I ask. “Okay.” He doesn't sound okay. He sounds angry. I sigh. Our emotional landscape is strewn with land mines. “Got anything planned today?” I phrase … Continue reading Weekly Writing Challenge: Dialogue – Land Mine
- - - Love is. Love wants not to be defined. Love defies explanations. - - - Do you breathe? Live under God's light? Then you know love. It's in your bones, your blood, your soul. - - - Love is feeling. The more you try to imprison love in walls of words, The faster it … Continue reading Daily Prompt: I Want to Know What Love Is — LOVE IS
Love is. Love wants not to be defined. Love defies explanations. Love is feeling, knowing without interpretation nor clarification. The more you try to imprison love in walls of words, the faster it will run away from you. Trust is the food of love. Trust! You will know love when you have it, will know when … Continue reading Love Is