Writings – Page 94 – Going On 40

Let’s Talk About Sex

I never really talk about sex here, but I’m definitely a sexual being. Uh oh, while on the porch just now, the UPS driver, sporting his knee-length brown canvas shorts and flexing calf muscles, dropped off a package just a few feet away from me. If I hadn’t had thoughts of sex on my mind,Continue reading “Let’s Talk About Sex”

When Doves Cry

There’s a churning in my chest, not the quick paced stirring up of whipped cream, but close. I’m a writer. The idea is newly owned and is true as the strong breeze billowing my shirt and crashing it against my body like waves. Still, I wish I could speak as naturally and as long-windedly asContinue reading “When Doves Cry”

Drive-Thru Writing

I had a ten-plus minute stretch where I felt like I sucked. With the three-hour time zone change and diverting from my routine of meeting people in person, I made multiple scheduling mistakes that plummeted my self-confidence. Sure, everyone was understanding because people are, but I wasn’t. My favorite session was with a fellow writerContinue reading “Drive-Thru Writing”

Song of the South

Half a country away, I know woodpeckers to sound like mini jackhammering construction-workers. Then nabbing their grub they fly on, living an almost always quiet kind of presence. Here in the rib of Georgia, Woody approaches life differently. Post-head smacking he breathes out a ceaseless heavy-chested scream, like he’s scared for his life and runningContinue reading “Song of the South”

I’ll Take The Night Shift

I’m drawn to perfectly timed phenomena. Once, I pulled a skull welding helmet over my eyes out of fear – the promise of a protective, darkened layer just for a moment calmed me. Yet, as we all know, reality often diverges from what we’re told. Having made a game since I was little out ofContinue reading “I’ll Take The Night Shift”

Critic To Creativity

The power of reframing lies in a technique that, like a good editor, takes initial thoughts and transforms them into bestsellers. Instead of negatively reacting to rolling garbage bins down a long gravel road on Tuesday evening try on an “Oh goodie” attitude. If that’s too much too fast, how about a nonchalant shoulder shrugContinue reading “Critic To Creativity”

The Hottest Honker

An adjacent customer at the hair salon was spun to face me, giving her a stellar shot of my schnoz. “Your profile is gorgeous, I mean absolutely stunning.” I smiled and thanked her. While aging continues to enlarge it, my nose still has got what it takes! And not to brag, but my nose isContinue reading “The Hottest Honker”

Pre ‘Do Day

I’m an ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ kind of gal. The type of vacationer who indulges in days away until I get sick—so sick that I vow never to go away again upon returning home. We’ve been away from home for 12 days, and earlier, Evelyn said, ‘I want to go home; I missContinue reading “Pre ‘Do Day”

Giving and Getting

I hit a dead end in my writing; whatever steam my train had been chugging up the hill with had stopped. I found myself pulled over on the side of the track, and a question lingered in the air: “What now?” Just earlier today, I felt a clear sense of purpose when contemplating my writing.Continue reading “Giving and Getting”

Soggy Bottom Days

What if we embraced decay? That the lines etched upon our faces resembled callouses, testaments to the resilience we’ve demonstrated in navigating life. What if our relentless quest to discover our true self, and the anxiety that we might falter, these moments of despair we wore on us like Cub Scout’s badges of honor? OurContinue reading “Soggy Bottom Days”