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I’m going to be chasing lizards next week. You’re on your own here. Find an old prompt and write something during my time out. Remember, just write. Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “time … Continue reading
No changes nothing. Only yes can create change. If you don’t like the way things are in your life right now, you need to say yes to something new, something different. You can quit your job and find a new … Continue reading
The small metal case looked impenetrable. No seams, no screws, no way to get inside. What can you do with a failed hard drive? She placed it on the sidewalk and knelt beside it with a hammer. Smashing into the … Continue reading
I live in a very dry place. But I have family who live in the tornado/flood zone of Texas. I worry about the weather because they are in it. I worry about extreme weather because it’s just going to get … Continue reading
The disk is full and must be reformatted. That’s what my brain is telling me each night as it scatters and misfires and returns to the same strange waking dreams. My brain needs a break. I know what is required. … Continue reading
Early childhood memories are so rare. I remember a few things. One is the frustration my mother felt trying to run a brush through my curly hair while I screeched loudly in protest. Funny how I remember, not my pain, … Continue reading
Friendly messages scrawled in chalk on the sidewalk included “hi” in cursive. Amazed at seeing cursive from what I would presume is a child’s sidewalk art, I stopped and took a photo. You never know what kids are capable of … Continue reading
He believed in the dinner hour. He wanted his dinner ready when he got home from work, and he wanted every person in the family there, at the table, and ready to join in evening prayers and eat together. He … Continue reading
My grandma is a biker. I love saying that to people. She doesn’t ride a motorcycle, so I’m exaggerating a bit when I say it. She actually putts around on a Vespa. It’s painted blue and she coordinated her helmet … Continue reading