Playing Catch Up

Just catching up on some of the writing prompts for NaBloPoMo…

Day 4: Which fall shows should totally be canceled already?

Not much for t.v. I don’t mind binge watching series, especially during winter. Suggestions welcome.

Day 5: What was your worst Thanksgiving food fail?

I have never had to cook a thanksgiving meal yet. For the last five years, we have been congregating at Donna’s house. My sister comes from the west, my brother comes from the east. A few choice family members drizzle in from here, there and everywhere… and there you have it. A recipe for a very boisterous weekend.

Day 6: If you could redo one moment in your life, what would it be and why? How would it change who you are now?

I don’t live in the past, sorry. Everything that has happened to me has made me who I am.

Day 7: What do you want to say to Hillary Clinton today?

Nothing. I would rather have a few  too many drinks with her and see what she would have to say.

Day 8: Did you celebrate or commemorate your divorce or a significant breakup? Would you ever?

It has been so long that I honestly do not remember.

Her and I

I used to cry before I got on her. Every single time. The fear would snake through me, freezing my feet to the ground. My heart would start hammering so persistently in my throat that I had to choke it down. It was a struggle between something that I wanted so so badly and yet was so afraid to do.


She is a clever and canny girl. The type that stands stoically still while you brush and saddle her. And waits, ever so patiently, for you to place your foot in the stirrup. Ever so patiently for that last possible second, the very second your weight was solely reliant on that foot, and she would side step, or move forward, so you would be hopping along with her.

I never was that agile. I changed tactics, tried to pull her up to the deck and jump on. And wouldn`t you know it, she would do the same damn thing. I either landed on her ass or on my own. The whole thing was so bloody frustrating that I was in tears most of the time. Every stumble was a kick in my teeth, in my dream of becoming a horse rider.

“Confidence is key,” they said,”when you are dealing with a horse.”

Pretty hard to build confidence when you can`t even get on.

I received a lot of bad advice in those days. I just couldn`t see how smacking a horse, and making them submissive, would work. I never even tried it. I couldn`t. It`s a special relationship between horse and rider, one built on trust, not fear.

We hashed it out one weekend, her and I. It was a battle of the wills, a battle of patience and persistence. I kept asking her to stand still, kept bringing her back to the same spot whenever she moved. The first time it took two hours, repeating the same steps over and over and over before she would politely allow me to get on. I would ride in her a circle, dismount and repeat the process all over again. The next day I switched it up, took her to the edge of the deck, the fence, the bumper on the truck. and repeated the whole process over and over and over again.

We grew a lot closer that weekend. We grew a lot of trust in what we could expect from one another, a lot of faith that in what we could accomplish, together. I don`t recall her pulling that trick on me since then. But if you come over, and would like to go for a ride, don`t expect her to give you the same courtesy.

NaBloPoMo Day 2:When was the last time you did something brave? What happened?

30-Day Writing Challenges

I came across this 30-day Writing Challenge while visiting  Annebella and Kate


And I was going to participate. Really, I was. But I found myself dragging my heels and procrastinating like I always do.

Of course, it is also the beginning of NaBloPoMo too.  While I haven’t officially entered my name into the blogroll (because filling out the form is a sign of a serious commitment that I am unsure I can seriously commit too) it might give me an opportunity to get over this blogging guilt that I have been feeling. You know, “I want to write a post, I should write something, I can’t think of anything, I should clean my house instead” type guilt.

I did download the badge, so that’s a start.




“A Token As You Walk Away And A Life Between Pages”

I just loved this post by Anna. It had me thinking…While there have between times I contemplated walking away, I know I just couldn’t do it. But if there were two tokens that I could take with me, from one life to the next, it would have to be the love that has been given to me, and the love that I have to give. It is something that I didn’t know I had until I lost it. And for years I muddled around thinking I never had it all, or would never be able to find it. It soothes me, calms me, and heals me. And without it, I wouldn’t be who I am today.
What would your tokens be?
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Daily Inspiration


My shower curtain 🙂 Good reading material for my groggy eyes. In case the words don’t show up clearly…

  • expect the unexpected
  • take time out
  • be positive
  • keep your family close
  • be gentle with the earth
  • believe in love
  • beauty is all around you
  • take time to read
  • do one good deed a day
  • remember to dance


Linking this up to Jacqueline’s Thinking Corner, where she invites us to”share your very short snippets of positive, inspiring, motivating, health, spiritual, writing advice, clips, posts etc, that can serve as a prop to motivate others.”

On a side note, I am working today WP :(. Hope to catch up with you tomorrow.

XO Have a fabulous weekend 🙂


The Painter

Photo Courtesy of Graham Lawrence

I was drawn to the lady painting in the garden.

She appeared as if she was in rapture as she added her brush strokes to the canvas with a theatrical flair. What was it that had captured her attention so voraciously? What part of the garden was she recreating with her brush? I stole a glance over her shoulder when she stepped back to assess her work. I was surprised to see not one flower, tree, nor leaf on that canvas, but a brown face with a long nose and two floppy ears. There were two white circles for eyes; the look of pure innocence represented by large, brown pupils.  A thick pink tongue draped out of its mouth, beads of salivation accumulated and dripped off of its tip.

The artist had recreated the moment beautifully – not of the garden, but of a dog, begging and drooling for a treat.

Writing101: Day 12: Play with word count (150-cha-ching!)



*true story*

Coffee Anyone?

writing101: day 10: update your readers over a cup of coffee

If we were having coffee right now…

….I would tell you that I have a road trip planned for this weekend. Initially, I was quite excited about abandoning my responsibilities for an overnight excursion. I believe I chanted “I am free! I am free!” when I planned the trip. But I am already feeling guilty at the prospect of leaving.

If we were having coffee right now…

…I would tell you that I am taking a writing 101 course and generally, I do not talk about myself this much. I would ask you all sorts of questions about your life – job, home, and family – to help pass the time. I would watch your eyes light up as you relay a story and enjoy the comfort of your honesty.

If we were having coffee right now…

…my knee would probably be bouncing because I have slurped up too much caffeine. I really cannot resist the sugary goodness of the coffee creamer. Energized, I would leave your place with fidgety excitement to tackle projects with when I return home. I would apologize for not stopping by more often. I just seem to be a little busy at the moment, and I hope that things will slow down soon. I would thank you for everything, for listening, for taking the time to chat, because I really do enjoy the conversations I have here. Each and every single one of them, so thanks for that too.

Until next time…

Where I Write

Writing 101: Day 6 – Where do you write?

Usually? On the left hand corner of my blue couch in the living room. My knees are bent, my coil notebook sits in my lap. Everyone is asleep.The house is silent except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. As far as utensils… I always have a bit of sugar to help push me past any fatigue I may feel – small sips of Pepsi, a few Smarties to help keep me energized. I must confess that I have stolen the Paper Mate Ink Joy pen from work. It is fabulous to write with, incredibly smooth and has a soft, comfort grip that begs me to hold it. A 1986 copy of “The New Roget’s Thesaurus” sits beside me. The back cover has been lost years ago; the green spine so tattered and torn that the title is unreadable. That thesaurus traveled with me for over twenty years waiting to be used. I am grateful that this blog has given me a reason to fan out its pages and inhale it’s musky scent.

Part two of this assignment requires that we insert a poll, so I will leave you with a simple question.

*Thanks,in advance, for taking the time to read and vote. Much appreciated. Happy Tuesday everyone!*

How the GPS has Saved the Passenger Driver

Remember the days of maps? Where you were the passenger plotting out the path to your destination? If you were smart, you would have researched and written the route down on  paper. If you weren’t smart, you would have entered the city center, somewhat lost, with the map folded in your lap. You would be frantically trying to read the street signs as you drive by them to discover where you were.

“Turn right on Henry.” you would say, only to discover that Henry was a one way street, and you were going the wrong way.

Car horns blaring, there is heavy traffic. Your only solace is that you have out-of-state plates. The driver looks at you, vein throbbing on his forehead. You swear you can see the steam puffing out of his ears as he exhales. He swerves to the right,into a parking lot, and grabs the map out of your hands.

“Don’t you know how to read a map?” His hazel eyes bore right into yours. You slink a little lower in your seat, your stomach churning. “It helps if you don’t have it upside down.” He throws the map back at you and jets forward back into traffic.

*at least nowadays, we can just blame the GPS*

written in response to writing101:day 4: A story in a Single Image

Stellar Challenge

I just find this so much fun. Please take a minute to visit Nicola’s Stellar Six Word Story Challenge for the full details.Today’s prompt is..

I am stealing my response straight from my daughter’s mouth.

“No! I can do it myself!”

Are children born just to teach you lessons about yourself? I love being able to be independent, I love ‘doing things myself’. And yes, I have trouble even asking for help. I didn’t realize how annoying this could be until I had a child of my own. My daughter said this to me as she was struggling to get out of her sweater. She had, essentially, trapped herself in it. Her elbows were locked above her head, the sweater was pulled half way up. I could see the expression on her face through the sweater; her mouth and nose pressed firmly against the cloth. She wailed and cried, swayed from side to side until she lost her balance and fell to the ground, crying.
“Oh honey” I said, as I began to peel off the layers, “Sometimes, it’s okay to ask for help.”