The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could

Written with my Tuesday group with the prompts:  cornucopia, apples, pies I like to bake but I don’t do it that often.  I don’t do it that often because I need to keep my blood sugar low.  But I don’t want to write about that.  I want to write about my electric mixer. Thirty-something years … Continue reading The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could

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Knowing she was sad, eleven crows

Knowing she was sad, eleven crows arrived with gifts:  delicate feathers chips of quartz and granite, short lengths of red and yellow yarn, crumpled bits of paper all colorful, some shiny with beef tallow others sticky and vanilla-scented.   How did they know? she wondered as they littered her winter green lawn with their offerings, creating a mosaic as vibrant as a Van Gogh night … Continue reading Knowing she was sad, eleven crows

Dia De Los Muertos

The prompt for this one was "nature's tranquilizer."  This is where it led. I had one of those nights when I thought I couldn’t sleep, when I thought my mind was turning over and over again a tired thought, a hazy dream, and then I rolled over, mumbling and wondering why I couldn’t rest, and … Continue reading Dia De Los Muertos

The Body Loves Slowness

Written with my Tuesday writing group with the prompt: the body loves slowness.  A bit of a farewell to summer! Sound is fast.  Light is faster.  The pungent scent of sour milk hits our nostrils fast and hard and bring instant tears to our eyes.  But the body loves slowness.  The body is heavy, whether … Continue reading The Body Loves Slowness

A Tale of Two Kitties

As many of you know, I have two feline companions, Suzanna (aka Zuzu) and Valentine.  They were born in a feral cat colony, littermates and sisters, and now they are happy to be indoor cats.  Obviously, indoor cats need indoor facilities. Used to be I had two criteria for cat litter:  it had to be unscented … Continue reading A Tale of Two Kitties

White Paper and Water

School children rushed up the city street.  The shu-shush of their corduroy pants woke the white paper birch trees from their dreams. The children had come from an ocean as green and foamy as champagne.  Their skin was translucent like the skin of a yellow plum blushing blue, and their eyes were brown but lit … Continue reading White Paper and Water

Summer Solstice

I wrote this a year ago after a morning volunteering at the center that serves breakfast to low-income and homeless women and children.  The kitchen was being remodeled back then, so we were only offering coffee in paper cups and to-go items like fruit, wrapped cheese, and protein bars.  It was the week of the … Continue reading Summer Solstice

The Musings of Marietta Mallard

This was written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompt, "Don't feed the ducks."  It should be noted that the photo above is of Joe Mallard, as his mate Marietta is rather camera shy.   Joe and Marietta Mallard were vacationing in Sacramento valley pools they caught sight of as they traversed the … Continue reading The Musings of Marietta Mallard