Since I was born at the start of WWII, it’s hard to find people my own age—the geezers and old broads of the world. Demographically speaking, most of the people I know are much younger. It’s wonderful to go to a class reunion, where everyone is your age. The wrinkled, the bald, the gray, the [...]
Archive for June, 2009
Geezers and Old Broads
Posted in Opinion, Photo Writing Prompt, Writing prompt, memories on June 30, 2009 | 5 Comments »
Let’s Pretend
Posted in Childhood memory, Children's Writing Prompts, Writing prompt, memories on June 29, 2009 | 3 Comments »
‘Tend I’m the nurse, Okay? You bring me somebody sick.
My horsie Max is sick. His whinny broke. Can you fix him up?
Oh, of course. I’ll just wrap this Kleenex around his neck. You give him two of these Sweet Tarts every hour. Call me in the morning.
Thank you, nurse.
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Hearing
Posted in Essay, Writing prompt, memories, music on June 26, 2009 | 1 Comment »
We’re hearing a lot of Michael Jackson on the radio today. He leaves a legacy of music that will be what people remember about him, with his personal peculiarities and problems fading in popular memory. By contrast, Farrah Fawcett will be remembered, not for her talent, but as a sex symbol. A beautiful woman with [...]
Touching
Posted in Childhood memory, Children's Writing Prompts, Writing prompt, fiction on June 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Bok guided his one man ring voyager carefully through the rings of Saturn. He didn’t want some of the larger hunks of the ring touching the sensitive inductors on the voyagers windows. He used the robotic arms to grab and stow a few bits of the ring. He picked carefully, deciding what to take back [...]
Feeling
Posted in Childhood memory, Children's Writing Prompts, Writing prompt on June 24, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Remember that feeling? That feeling when you saw a mama quail leading a string of miniature quail behind her? That feeling when you got extra marshmallows in your Fruit Loops? That childish delight with life seems like the most important feeling we ever have. Why does it go away?
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Seeing
Posted in Writing prompt on June 23, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Yesterday I had cataract surgery on my right eye. Now I can see great at a distance with the one eye, but can’t see well to read. My old trifocals don’t seem to help me read, my new drug store temporary glasses make me sit too close to the screen. Cripes, I can’t imagine going [...]
Morning mood
Posted in Essay, Photo Writing Prompt, Writing prompt, memories on June 22, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I took my coffee to the patio to greet the light. Sheets of pink clouds announced the movement of the sun over the barrier of the mountain. A hummingbird vibrated through the air to the feeder. Doves raised a chorus of conversation.
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Twilight
Posted in Writing prompt, fiction on June 19, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Carol worked until twilight. When she walked to the parking lot, her Mini Cooper was the only car there. She glanced around and saw no one, so she took the time while walking to her car to glance at the rhubarb and strawberry streaks across the sundown sky.
As she inserted her key in the car’s [...]
Act of faith
Posted in Essay, Writing prompt, memories on June 18, 2009 | 2 Comments »
The daily writing prompt is an act of faith. It assumes something about you, the reader. It assumes that you are game for anything. It assumes that you are able to produce words no matter what, that a blank comment form is conquerable. It assumes that writing practice is a productive exercise.
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Lessons
Posted in Childhood memory, Children's Writing Prompts, Writing prompt, memories on June 17, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I don’t know about you, but I always learn life lessons the hard way. I screw up big time first, and then get slapped in the face with a message from the universe about what I should have done instead. Good advice in advance of the big screw up never seems to teach me anything. [...]


