This is my official last report and the last time I have to sit on this stinkin' stoop watching for action at Mrs. Pauley’s place. I can’t believe this finally happened…it’s about bloody time. They finally caught up with that evil witch thanks to me. I told my boss where she put the Mister's heart. …
What do I fear? Writing 101 prompts us to write in a style different from our own. Things I fear from retiring at age 55: I fear I will lose…friends, family, funds. I fear I will become…fat, frumpy, feebleminded and foolish. I fear failure and fries… yes, fries! BUT, With a leap of faith, And …
Like the image and quote suggest, writing can be like bleeding. I am constantly in awe of writers who can whip out a flash fiction for a writing prompt like my blogging buddy and friend, PJ from Beautiful Words. Or another fellow blogger who writes amazing stories in the Fantasy and Sci-fi genre, Phoenix Grey. …
This post marks my final installment of the life of my dog, Oreo and wraps up the three-part Writing 101 assignment, Serially Lost. To catch up, please read the prequel about Oreo and the story of I Lost My Oreo. Oreo’s life went on as it does for any dog. Oreo spent long days in the …
I have written about the Sacramento State University’s Aquatic Center before. Here is a new twist on the writing 101 prompt. I am combining Day 14 and 15. Dear Dock, The Sacramento community is surrounded by lakes and two major rivers. It gets very hot here in the summertime, some days reaching up to 110 …
“In riding a horse, we borrow freedom” ― Helen Thompson The Writing 101 prompt asked us to write about where we lived at age 12. In 1972, I was 12 years old. I was raised mostly in the East County area of San Diego except for two years when we moved to the Portland, Oregon …
The back-story of our beloved dog Oreo begins here. In a previous post, I wrote about how we lost our Oreo. Two years after my divorce, my youngest daughter still longed for the dogs we had when her dad was still here. Being a newly-single mother of two young daughters, with no monetary help whatsoever, …
Once Upon a Time… The old woman cackled gleefully as she reached to rub her hands together, nearly dropping her knitting. Regina sat again on the same park bench for the third week in a row, patiently waiting for the couple to appear. Now that the day was here, she made sure her small fruit …
I have fond memories of Sunday dinners at my grandparents’ house in Lemon Grove, a suburb of San Diego. We only lived about a mile away, so every Sunday for several years, we would drive over to their house in the late afternoon and visit until dinner was ready. When we were much younger, my …
Conversation flows, coffee brews, barista steams. Age knows no bounds here--people of all ages just talk, while sipping their drinks of choice. Three groups of college students negotiate their homework, all the while texting. Why engage in a group if all look down at their phones? Older Baby Boomers discuss the subjects of the day, …
Two young men sat on a wooden bench gazing at the water. Windsurfers, they were waiting anxiously for the wind to start blowing. Their scraggly, bleach-blonde hair hung limply under their ball caps. “Hey dude,” said Jerry, “Think it’s gonna blow today?” “Not sure, man,” replied Jacob. “There’s not even a wind shadow.” “Bummer,” said …
The petite woman with her long blonde ponytail floats in a supine position with her heels on the windsurf board, her hands firmly holding the boom of the sail, patiently waits for the gust of wind to pull her up onto her board. An accomplished windsurf sailor since the early 1970s, she embodies the modern …
Walking back to our car from dinner tonight, we saw an envelope on the ground, near a hedge. "Huh, look at this." I said to my husband. "It looks like a letter; here, let me see." he replied. The letter is addressed to the California Franchise Tax Board, but there is no return address and no …
Oreo was my beloved 14-year old Springer Spaniel-Australian Shepherd mix. He was 12-weeks old when he and his twin brother were brought to the SPCA. My daughters and I had just gotten a Chow puppy and were taking him home when we saw the cute, freckle-faced black and white pups. The next day, I came …
Day three of Writing 101 asked us to write about three of the most important songs in our lives and why they are meaningful. Now that Easter has just passed, a song that holds deep meaning for me is “In Christ Alone.” Although strong in my Christian faith, I still fall short every day. Too …
Taking steps to live a healthy and enriched life
Author, Baker, Sunrise Chaser
Creative, non-monetary forms of payment
Dime of Time Adventures and Fiction
Doing the best I can to keep it on the bright side
Photos, art - and a little bit of LIT.
A little writing, travel, photos and lots of fun with a wandering spoonie
Life is make believe, fantasy given form
Every Day is a Gift!
Musings from near 60 degrees north.
I love light, I love to write, I love life - I create my words and images to capture the light in my life.
Be Original!
Travel snapshots from Toonsarah
no streetlights, just star light
