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This piece is a bit of Matrix thinking. . . If I had it to do all over again, maybe I’d take the blue pill; I’d choose the illusion. I’ll [...]
This piece is a bit of Matrix thinking. . . If I had it to do all over again, maybe I’d take the blue pill; I’d choose the illusion. I’ll [...]
I wrote this whimsical story a few years back. I think you'll agree it's exactly what we need about now. Written with the prompts: Angels don’t have to eat but [...]
Today's story is one I wrote several years ago. It arose from a vision, almost a dream. Now I feel the time is right for this kind of energy, a [...]
Amanda lost her keys on the way home from the protest march and was locked out of the house for three days. Luckily she had a satchel filled with peanut butter [...]
Give me a moment, in this mouse of a day, such a tiny bit of daylight left. I can barely muzzle my frustrations before it’s midnight again. For hours the children’s [...]
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: where did you live? Love, Kennedy to Heathrow, living is a limited-time opportunity, only drowning men can see him, on the way [...]
There were only two prompts for today's piece: "the woods are lovely, dark and deep" (a line from Robert Frost's Stopping byWoods on a Snowy Evening) and "Things Change, Even [...]
Annika, the Shoemaker’s Daughter Written with my Thursday writing group with the prompts: forbidden, midafternoon stop and go pattern, cracking into the present, escaping into the future, stared and waved, towels [...]
On our first trip to Europe, some of us fell in love with Paris: the art, the architecture, the tiny cafes where you could sit drinking coffee and eating bread [...]
I've been crazy busy these past weeks, so I'm going to treat us all to an old favorite, a rerun, this week. Enjoy! After midnight the day-old loaves of bread [...]