That's the love of my life, two years ago, tying two Christmas trees to the roof of our truck because the kids wanted one on the landing to their rooms, and I needed to have one in the front hall where

Several weeks back I posted the photo above as part of my BNW Photo Challenge Series and I got a lot of nice comments on it. I like the photo quite a bit myself. At least when I'm able to forget that's

Read Part I Twelve months ago to the day, Lizzie had come down from Princeton for a “girls’ night.” We had made it halfway through our second bottle of Gewürztraminer before I woke up alone on the couch,

The sun is just dipping toward the horizon when the knock I've been expecting for seven months comes at last. My hand is already on the doorknob when I recognize him through the sidelight. I start talking

NOTE: This story was written for the Scribes and Scribblers Writing Competition. It's the first thing I did as a newcomer to their Discord server and I'm really excited that this story won, and I got cookies

Celebrate! Today's Five-Minute Freewrite is so special because it is the 100th daily prompt, and @mariannewest came up with a commensurately special plan: Grab a partner and do-si-do. @Raj808 and I chose

Time You heal all wounds, they say, and smile sympathy. I tuck away treasured, torturous pictures, and wait. You crawl and stumble. You pass and pass. A knock at the door. A rueful, beloved, face, gazes

Start with Parts 1 and 2 But it isn’t a gun. Nor is it a box of memories. It’s worse. As my dead wife’s mother turns toward the house, I see she is straining to carry the sixty-five pounds of labrador

Joyful Loss Locks drift to the floor, landing hard. Eleven years I’ve cultivated this: you, more your own than mine. A small thing: a braid you couldn’t make yourself. A small thing you needed my touch

Start with Part 1 It's just ahead. A beacon of light in the darkness. Surrounded by the crumbling structures of lives surrendered to the desolation of this "neighborhood," our home gleams like

When I saw this morning that @miniature-tiger was resurrecting the 50-word short story, I about squealed. I tend to be a terribly over-wordy writer. I put my pieces through workshopping mostly expecting

Sound is first to return. Shuffling. Moans. Grunts I don't care to know the cause of. Next I feel the mattress where it contacts my body. My skin crawls. Heart sinks. Breaking the seal of sandman's glue

Image courtesy of Geralt via Pixabay Toothache The creature sat contemplating the leftovers around him. He could easily consume one hundred times his own body weight, and the gristly woman who'd occupied

Oh my goodness it is good to be back! I have been nine days without my laptop, waiting for the logic board then the screen assembly, then some storage wahoozie to be replaced. As my darling husband was

Yes, I have violated the terms of the challenge. I have failed due to dramatic circumstances beyond my control and which shall go unmentioned henceforth. Yet I press on! Though several days late, I have

Thank you @carolkean and now also my new friend @erodedthoughts (whose Horrible Art Monday Contest is not to be missed) for nominating me to do this photo challenge. In turn, I nominate @jonknight (cool

Thank you @carolkean and now also my new friend @erodedthoughts (whose Horrible Art Monday Contest is not to be missed) for nominating me to do this photo challenge. In turn, I nominate @LilyCat83, and

Charles soared through the clouds, Nancy’s hand in his. Her girlish laughter belied the thirty-two years they’d been married, and he whooped, joyous with abandon. Flight never got old. They alighted in

Thank you @carolkean for nominating me to do this photo challenge. In turn, I nominate @pegasusphysics, and present for Day 3 the photo above. But don't wait to be nominated, anyone can join in! The rules

Until now--other than private conversations with friends and family--I’ve stayed out of the #metoo movement, but as a mother to both boys and a girl coming up in this volitile environment, I feel there