It was 60 years old, that cookbook. You know, the one with the red checkered cover like a tablecloth. The pages were falling out of the binder. Some pages were greasy with use, others were untouched. I found what I wanted in the section on pancakes and waffles. Yes, exactly what I remembered – mama’s pancakes. I pulled a big bowl . . .
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Although this blog has several thousand subscribers, the number of people who come by to write something has dwindled. For that reason I’m going to change my publishing schedule. There will be a new writing prompt on Monday only.
There are almost 3000 writing prompts on this blog, so if you’re looking for an idea to get you started, there are plenty of them. Just look around.
Lately not many folks are actually sharing here on this blog. So I’m wondering if you are using the writing prompts in some other place that I don’t know about. If you are, would you tell me how? Just gimmie that much feedback, please.
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There are no regional foods anymore. Everything is everywhere. You find biscuits and gravy in the motel breakfast room in the far Northwest. You find Vietnamese restaurants on every corner in central New Mexico. Food is no longer seasonal, either. Everything is available all the time. The world is too much with us.
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“Keep it up, Buttercup,” Mom yelled from the bleachers. I hated it when she called me that. So embarrassing. I trotted back to my spot in right field amid general cheers. I’d made a catch – an out! I’d thrown to second base for another out. I was a freaking hero and my mom still called me Buttercup. I bent my knees and took . . .
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I discovered a moon dance on a rocky hill near my campground in the Rocky Mountains. The noise attracted me and I approached. There were 13 women. They introduced themselves to me as Wiccan, but I always thought of them as witches because of what happened afterwards.
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There was a bench outside The Olive Garden where people could sit in the shade to wait for a table. I planted myself there to wait for Talia to come around the corner. A couple with 3 kids wandered in my direction. The parents joined me on the bench but the kids scampered in circles around the bench and the tree. The oldest boy . . .
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Sunday was zoo day for me. I went to the Oregon Zoo where a giraffe found something delectable on a tree. I found the green canopy, the ferns, the moss, and the huge trees delectable, because I spend most of my time in the desert. Green is good for your eyes and your soul is what I feel every time I’m in the Pacific Northwest. There I am reminded what rain can do to a landscape.
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There have always been a lot of things in my head that never get said out loud. But I write them down. My friends think I’m a quiet person. Actually, it’s just that I don’t know anyone who wants to listen to me talk about the things I’m interested in. So I write them down.
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In my long lifetime I’ve been through many life changing events. An early one I recall was missing the school bus at age 6. I remember running after it yelling, but it went on without me. I don’t think I’ve been late to anything since then.
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