Category Archives: Writings

Walking into the Italian restaurant for Evelyn’s want of “noodles” led to my holding her little hand as we followed the long swinging pony-tailed waitress back to a booth. On the way, eyes fell on us, and I felt conscious of a new sensation, Do they see me as a single mother? Thinking that ledContinue reading “Paying It Forward”

“Check your lottery tickets! Someone in Washington state won the big lottery!” A Facebook friend’s post reminds me that the Willie Wonka golden Powerball ticket has yet to be found. The pressure is on! A mere 15 minutes by car or 1 minute by plane, makes my tummy flutter at thinking it was sold soContinue reading “I Got A Golden Ticket”

I was precisely what the underappreciated hair-in-a-bun, visor-wearing sandwich artist needed. “You aren’t the problem.” I said, shaking my head, “That’s all them.” Hearing how the previous customer’s outburst impacted her, all for enforcing the policy of not accepting cash over $50, I couldn’t help myself. I hope my reassuring words counterbalanced the negative interaction.Continue reading “Subbing Support”

I’m in love with one of my ducks, a chocolate milk colored one, that waggles her tail at me after I clean her coop and whistles a sweet tone whenever I come near. She’s twice sat, allowing me to stroke her silky feathers, strengthening our bond. A wise one is she; I’m trekking vegetables outContinue reading “Cart Bangers”

It’s a day when loose-leafed trash blusters about the neighborhood. A street light flashes like a red carpet to a rave but is likely nothing more than a wire come undone. I’m wet-headed, a product of a late-night out hot tubbing with friends. I’m nudging myself to unclench muscles and to use frustration and irritationContinue reading “We Are Family”

I nag myself away from colorful curtains on Pinterest to write. About what I have yet to find, but like animals to the call of the wild from the open page, I cannot myself deny.  I’m in the market for crushed-up oyster shells, their rich calcium content is a need for my duck’s egg production.Continue reading “He Ain’t Heavy”

Hoping to coax the hiding vulnerability in myself out, I ask, “What do you want to write about?” I set aside my need for a jaw-dropping, knee-slapping post and sit down cross-legged. Turning down the expectation dial, I lean back and follow the texture on the ceiling, clearing my mind and allowing space to form.Continue reading “Cluh Mot Toe”