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…


rehashing this older post for writing101:day9

Dear Mom,

I needed to let you know, mama, that I am still thinking of you. If you were here I would let you braid my hair like you used to. I might let you brush it if you promised to be gentle. Maybe you could cook for me, and we could measure your “little bits”, so I could get it right, because, somehow, when I try, it just doesn’t taste the same.

You should see my girl mama. She looks a lot like us, she has our eyes. She reminds me of you even in her young age. She likes to dig in the dirt and pull out the flowers. She thinks she is weeding. And, yes mama, I am trying to teach her just like you taught me, but she doesn’t like to listen all the time.

I need to thank you mama, for all the love you gave me because now I know how to give it to her. I hope I give her enough to help her through her hard times just like yours helped me. I hope she can carry it with her and pass it onto her own family.

Remember these mama?


They were the butterflies you pulled off of the grill of uncles’ truck when he came for a visit. No mama, it isn’t gross, and don’t tell me to throw them away. They have kept well all these years between the glass and they remind me of you. You touched these wings , you preserved them, you found beauty in their death. I keep them beside my bed as a reminder of the lesson and I hope you have found beauty where you are too. xoxoxoxox

Coming Clean

Writing101 Day8: Expand a Comment into a Post

“This past year I took my procrastination to a whole new level and turned it into complete and utter avoidance.”

I was actually quite ambitious last fall. I made a list of some home renovation projects that I felt I could tackle during the cold winter months. My goal was “simple” – reinsulate, re-poly the basement, and apply a roll of P2000 or equivalent. My aim? To make my home more energy efficient. I would save on heating costs and, as an added bonus, I would be able to restructure the containers that are strewn about the basement floor. I knew it would be a daunting task. I broke it down into manageable sections and resolved to tackle one small space at a time. I set about, eager with my plan, and finished off the first area with a satisfied gleam in my eye.

The problem occurred when I moved on to the next section…

As I began to sort through some of the boxes, I became lost in their contents. One hour would turn four. Sentimental feelings over the trinkets that I would find would wash over me. I would smile and place the possessions back into the box.

 A month passed by and I had not accomplished much. I abandoned my efforts and moved them to the main floor. I began to declutter my daughter’s room – bagging up the clothes that didn`t fit and boxing up the toys that she wasn`t playing with. When I took those upstairs, I realized there was very little room up there too.

As a new parent, I was grateful when other people donated their clothes and toys. I would hate to have to open my wallet and spend my money on anything if I could get it for free. I was reluctant to give any of those belongings away – maybe we will have another child, maybe she will want to play with this rattle for five minutes again; I can`t give that away, my sister bought it. As a stepmother of two older daughters, I was reluctant to get rid of some of the boxes of dishes and extra appliances that are downstairs. What happens if the girls need something? They might want that pot one day; they might need a four slice toaster for their bachelor pad; they might need twenty saucers.You know what? The girls live three hours away. When they needed a set of dishes, they went to Walmart and bought their own!

I came to the conclusion that I was a hoarder . My excuses were ridiculous. I was overwhelmed! I burnt my to-do-lists and enjoyed life. I ignored all of those things I didn`t accomplish. But they never left the back of my mind; they seemed to linger and quietly nag me.

At least being able to go back to the source has helped me to face it and start again. Thank you Brooke, for creating the starting point. If you would like to join our conversation as we tackle our chronic procrastination issues, please visit us there. And thanks too, to Hoarder Comes Clean, for the motto “one box at time.” It seems less overwhelming when you look at it that way.

A Trail of Inspiration

writing101day5: let social media inspire you

I do not have to become lost in Twitter to find inspiration. All I have to do is open up WordPress and start reading…

Are you hungry? How about checking out Lynn or Feeding on Folly? My favorites, so far, are Samosa’s My Way and Overnight Iced Tea. They are pretty great storytellers too.

Eat too much? Need some motivation to get you off the couch? Visit Paula or Kat. Their honest protrayals of their struggles will help to influence you to be more physically fit. I just linked to their about pages, but you should read one of their posts to receive the full effect, here or here.

Need a writing prompt? Visit Nicola for her Stellar Six Word Story Challenge. Want to write about something a little more personal? How about Impromptu’s Sandbox Writing Challenges? Feeling nervous about posting? Need some Anonymous Courage? Just remember Colette’s words “today is always a good day to try”. And if that is not enough, just repeat my new mantra, stolen straight from Sarah with her “This n that tip: Be brave, just write, you don’t have to be perfect, just write.”(How perfect is that?)

Please keep in mind that this is only a very small portion of the wonderful words that have motivated me . So please, all of you, keep writing, keep posting, keep inspiring. One day, I hope to able to inspire you too.

Just a Reminder


All this time
The sun never says to the Earth
“You owe me.”
What happens
With a love like that
It lights the whole sky
– Hafiz

I am not going to tarnish this beautiful quote by following it with a lengthy post. I will tell you this: this poem repeated itself over and over in my mind the evening I took this photo. I couldn’t help but watch in amazement as the sun caressed the clouds with its golden glow before dipping below the horizon, just as if it was kissing them goodbye.

More of Hafiz’s work (born app 1320 a.d.) can be found here.

writing101 day 7: Hook ’em with a quote

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

Regarding Secrets

Writing 101:Day 3: One word inspiration..

A good friend of mine once said this (regarding secrets)….

Whose fault is it…

…when you say something to somebody, and you tell them it is a secret, to not to tell anyone, and they tell everyone…

…is it their fault for breaking your trust?

…or is it your fault, for telling them specifically not to?

Things I Like

Written for writing 101, day 2: make a list of things you like.

I love a lot of things but these are a few things that I like….

  • a good dose of coffee in the morning. Actually, I really like flavored coffee creamers. I am not sure if I would drink coffee without it.
  • one can of Pepsi in the afternoon.(I limit myself)
  • not matching
  • eating cereal in the evening
  • hats and hair clips – you can never have a bad hair day with them

Sorry this list is so short, but there are other things I would like to do.:)