Month: January 2016
Tell No Tales
“Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.” ~George Eliot The ditch was huge, an entire town’s worth of real estate under sea level, testament to what twelve men, a pickax, and five shovels can do under duress. To fall into the ditch was like dropping from a two story building, … Continue reading Tell No Tales
300 Writing Prompts:#114
“Write about the beach: your favorite memory of a trip, what you love, what you hate (e.g. sand gets everywhere). Would you live on the coast if you could, or is it better just for a visit?” My sister said we were going to the beach. Something about it being a Saturday in the fall. … Continue reading 300 Writing Prompts:#114
Making An Ass Out Of U…
Yesterday a 20 year old asked me if the children who were with me were both my own, and I told her, “I sure hope so. I spend enough time and money on them.” Then I thought about it, something I initially thought was laughable, and I realized it’s an honest question, especially in this … Continue reading Making An Ass Out Of U…
My Shallow Pail List
I don’t have a bucket. I never did. Buckets were for people who had water, an abundance of water that could be useful for cleaning things, for taking care of flood situations, and for sitting there looking like a bucket. I had a shallow pail. You know the kind, the one that people used in … Continue reading My Shallow Pail List
Dear Journal: Halfway Up Everest
Dear Journal, Everyone has bits and pieces of themselves that aren’t obvious, that don’t stand out but that are there nonetheless. We showcase the things that we are proud of, and those things that make us less sure, we tend to bury them down deep, at least when we’re in public. It’s why when someone … Continue reading Dear Journal: Halfway Up Everest
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