The last time I dreamed about sex it was like one of those dreams you have when you need to pee. You know, you run around looking for a bathroom but never find one. Well, in this dream it was like that. We we in a room with windows on all sides, or people kept coming in, there was one interruption after another. No joy in dreamland that night.
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I’m a blogger. I guess you knew that. Are you a blogger, too? Do you ever use the prompts from this blog to get writing ideas for your own blog? That would thrill me if you do. But maybe you blog about something completely different from writing. Tell us about it. Generally one link in a comment will get through the spam filter, so go ahead and add a link to your blog.
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The floor tile guy arrived at my door with his helper beside him. The helper was a woman in her 20s. She was tank-topped and tattooed with a do rag on her head and ripped jeans on her skinny bottom. Bits of metal protruded from her face. My spidey senses shouted, “Gay” at me. Later when we talked, she told me about her boyfriend and her My Little Pony kitchen decor.
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Back in the 80s, I drove a Toyota van. I think it was an ’81. It was the style of van where you were sitting knees to the very front – inches from the car in front of you. There were a lot of similar VW vans around then, too. Funny how you still see the VW vans on the road, but you never see an old Toyota van.
Let me give you my theory on why it’s that way. . . .
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I proudly pasted the little “I voted” sticker on my shirt and left the polling place. I wanted to wear it to meet my friend for coffee. She took pride in never voting. She said she was finished with the system. Every time I moved, the little sticker came loose. I stuck it back on my shirt several times. Finally I gave up and tossed it in my car’s trash can. I found rock star parking right in front of the coffee shop and . . .
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Lots of bird pass this way on migratory routes between somewhere up north and their destination down south. The most spectacular are the sandhill cranes. It’s a favorite pastime in the fall to head out to the wetlands, the corn fields, and the rivers in search of these delightful birds. Their honking, their awkward unfurling as they land, their multitudes circling down at dusk are a treat to watch.
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She was a fabulous storyteller. Vivid language, great engagement with her listeners, a dab of acting the part thrown in. She could enthrall. But she didn’t know when to stop. She’d reach a climax, her audience would clap and voice their approval. Then she’d ruin it by going on longer. The listeners knew when the story was over, but she didn’t.
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We all have our very own Paparazzi. Or we will soon. Drones following our every move. Implantable technology that tracks our every movement. Cameras in every store, on every street corner, in everyone’s pocket as they attend events you are attending. Being unremarkable, unnoticed, is no longer an option.
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[Directions for the poem: 1 line for each of the five senses, and finish with a last line about an emotion.]
I come from seeing my parents and ornery cousins around my grandmother’s big kitchen table.
I come from the aroma of bacon and coffee from my mother’s kitchen each morning.
I come from the taste of wild – wild game and fish.
I come from the feel of a smooth gun stock in my hands as I follow my father though the river bottoms.
I come from the sound of my dad’s favorite singer – Jo Stafford – on the juke box at Polly’s Cafe.
I come from a childhood filled with love and support.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “I come from.” Hat tip to Beata Tsosie-Pena for this writing topic from her writing workshop at the Ghost Ranch Wisdom Sharing conference.
You know those games you play where people say, “Who’s your favorite writer?” or “If you could have dinner with a famous person who would it be?” My answer is always the same: Alice Walker.
I spent last week in a place where some amazing and inspiring women shared their wisdom. One of those women was Alice Walker. Whenever I get anywhere near Alice Walker, I feel completely opened up, alive. Being around her is like being in love. Everything is more wonderful – colors, scents, contact. She thrills me completely.
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