My Mother’s Orange Tree
Once again, allow me to share one of my favorite family stories. . . On December 7th, 1941, my mother was at her friend Louise’s house. They were picking the [...]
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Dec, 2024
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Oct, 2024
Interlude
Written with the prompts: wigwags are flashing, from clowns to canaries, love loves difficult things, when I break rules, late but kept driving, interlude, what am I doing, as timid [...]
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Jul, 2024
An Orange Room On a Blue Planet
Summer rerun time: enjoy!! Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: bulgaricus, in an orange room, why is she crying, the farm, he palmed his meds, there is no [...]
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Nov, 2023
One Tiny Moth Hole
Matilda parked Grandma under the tree while she hung the wet sheets on the line. “I love the smell of fresh laundry,” Grandma said as she watched her hired care [...]