Florita
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Therese is gone, those people, toe the line, flourish, she could see the person she was, her mother didn’t like her, [...]
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Therese is gone, those people, toe the line, flourish, she could see the person she was, her mother didn’t like her, [...]
Mama’s family never could afford to send her to college. From as far back as I can remember, she promised it would be different for me. “You are smart and [...]
Never Be Robbie Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: he died ten years ago, I just want to win something, surrounded by her men, don’t get [...]
This is a poem I wrote a few years back for my mother and her sisters. It's a bit of a ramble, but they all seemed to like it. My [...]
If you and your loved ones are safe and healthy this year, then you have reason to be thankful. Please do all you can to stay that way! The safest thing [...]
Greetings to everyone who is sheltering in place as I am. How are you? I am fine. There are many things we could complain about—and if that’s what you want [...]
I wrote and published this piece six years ago, shortly after the death of a close friend. I came across it this week, and honestly, I'd forgotten that I wrote [...]
Warning: spoilers ahead. I’ll wave a red flag when we get close, but stay alert. This book made me very sad. I don’t know why I’m surprised, it’s right there [...]
Written with my Thursday Writing Group with the prompts: “59 miles,” she said, secret room filled with jasmine and. . ., never saying, this is going to be one of [...]
Prompts: Still a vigorous man, three doors where your life is headed, work clothes come off, modern attachments, the French was on the boards, ride my indoor bike, mosaics with [...]