I feel sorry for Tuesdays. Tuesday is like the middle child that gets left with the grandparents when the family goes to Disney World. Whereas Monday is the high profile villain we love to hate and Wednesday has achieved a low key Friday status, Tuesday ain't got much of anything going on. So in keeping… Continue reading Celebrating Tuesday! Said no one, ever.
My Mental Story
The following post is part of a series written by Linds B. It follows her journey from there to here. It speaks to the change that is within us all. In the past 2 years, I’ve spent hours, days . . weeks taking the time to better myself as a human and allow my mind… Continue reading My Mental Story
Magnolia Smile
The following is a prompt challenge presented to me by the uber talented Karen Craven over at Table for One. (Click here for Karen's challenge post.) The word for this prompt is magnolia, and there is no word count. I'm not sure if Frank from A Frank Angle will take part in this one, seeing as how it's a… Continue reading Magnolia Smile
The Writing Was The Thing
Writing is the thing, the whole thing and nothing but the thing. I've uttered that sentence a million times, and I've been judged on it just about as many times. As people are wont to do, they provide their own valuation to the sentiment. They tailor it to fit their rules, never minding the questions… Continue reading The Writing Was The Thing
Striking out with my alley cats
I behave very much like a cicada when it comes to bowling, in that once every few years I will make the scene. As such, my game is less predictable than a soccer mom at a male revue show. And while I could go more often in order to sharpen my bowling skills, that would… Continue reading Striking out with my alley cats
Excuse my French, but the (Pre)fix is In
Some words have all the luck. If you shout "Fire! in a crowded theater, you'll soon find yourself all alone. But if you shout "Bacon" in an empty kitchen, you will instantly achieve the opposite effect. No one likes a "headache" but everyone loves "chocolate". And while "water" is great, it doesn't elicit the same… Continue reading Excuse my French, but the (Pre)fix is In
The Light Of A Thousand Points
I was a young Republican once upon a time. In the eighties, I loved Reagan, Prince and mall girls. Not necessarily in that order. As the years went by, my philosophies would change according to the education I was getting from the world I was busy growing up inside of. I voted for George H.… Continue reading The Light Of A Thousand Points
