My answers to these questions are at Web Teacher. The questions:
1) What’s the most fun work you’ve ever done, and why? (two sentences max)
2) A. Name one thing you did in the past that you no longer do but wish you did? (one sentence max)
B. Name one thing you’ve always wanted to [...]
Archive for December, 2006
Five Things about Me (and You)
Posted in Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt, memories on December 31, 2006 | 2 Comments »
Snow
Posted in Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt, fiction on December 30, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Snow is like makeup–it hides a lot of unsightly reality. Last night 20/20 had a two hour program on the rise of video capturing the unsightly reality of everything we formerly hid behind a screen of snow-like privacy. The main point of 20/20 was that privacy is dead.
About a week ago, Time Magazine’s person of [...]
Marauding Giants
Posted in Childhood memory, Essay, Writing prompt, fiction on December 29, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
“We’re marauding giants,” eight-year old Jeremy shouted, as he and Meredith stomped into the bedroom, arms upraised. “Aarrggghhh,” he growled, face distorted with giant-like fearsomeness. He ranged around my bedroom, marauding dangerously, and snatched up my jewelry box. He dumped it on the floor and beat his chest. “Quake in fear before me, peasant!” he [...]
Magic Trick
Posted in Childhood memory, Essay, Poems, Writing prompt, fiction on December 28, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
We were so hungry
That mom’s meals,
Made of the cheapest
And the less than prime,
Seemed so wonderful
So tasty, so perfect.
Like a magic trick
She turned base goods
Into golden broth,
Savory stew and
Soul satisfying bread.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “magic trick.”
Icy
Posted in Childhood memory, Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt, fiction on December 27, 2006 | 2 Comments »
Three men in masks ran from the bank. One carried a heavy looking garbage bag. Instead of getting out of my car, I slumped down in the front seat and dialed 9-1-1. I reached into the glove compartment and grabbed my .38 and my badge. I was out of uniform, but the gun spoke for [...]
Sorry
Posted in Childhood memory, Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt, fiction, memories on December 22, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
The latest Sorry game includes an alternative version. You play with 5 cards in your hand. It gives you some control over your fate, some decision-making power about how to play the game, about whether to bust someone back to Start or make your move toward Home.
Life should be like the new Sorry. Should we [...]
What was I thinking?
Posted in Childhood memory, Essay, Photo Writing Prompt, Writing prompt, fiction on December 21, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
A wonderful thing arrived in the mail with a Christmas card from a high school classmate. A handful of old photos of me that looked like they might have languished for the last umpteen years in a forgotten wallet or scrapbook. The photos were so “me” as a teen. This one, I’m not sure about. [...]
Spring Catalog
Posted in Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt, fiction on December 20, 2006 | 2 Comments »
Leafing through the spring catalog from the local community college, I saw a class called “Perfect Murder Weapons for Mystery Writers.” It was taught by a local celeb writer of popular mysteries and promised to teach aspiring writers some of the secrets of successful murders.
I have no interest in writing at all, but I’m very [...]
Three minutes
Posted in Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt, fiction on December 19, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Mom dragged my radio into the bathroom. “You are using too much hot water,” she accused. “From now on, your shower cannot last longer than one song: three minutes.”
“Oh, yeah, right, like I can wash my hair and take a whole shower in three minutes. You’ve gotta be kidding.”
“I’m not kidding. When one song, only [...]
Happy Feet
Posted in Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt on December 18, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
After the movie, I mentioned the message about commercial fishing. My two grandkids were quick to offer more: 1) it doesn’t matter if you seem a little different, just following your heart, 2) don’t throw litter in the ocean.
More subtle was the idea that true love was worth waiting for, that a woman didn’t have [...]


