Do you prefer eating foods with nuts or no nuts? It depends on what type of food we’re talking about. Grilled cheese, probably not. Almond Joy, definitely. Grape Nuts…I’m conflicted. If someone made a movie of your life would it be a drama, a comedy, a romantic-comedy, action film, or science fiction? My life […]
Here’s my entry for Becca Givens’ Sunday Trees. New Britain, CT Mobile, AL
Today’s writing prompt at The Daily Post is the word echo. ** Until the day I die, I’ll never forget them glassy, unblinking eyes. You know, I’d made that gris-gris—what you all call a Voodoo Doll— myself. Mawmaw taught me how when I was a kid back in Bayou Lafourche. She said that since we were direct descendents of […]
There are three over-sized concrete steps to navigate before I reach the threshold of the doorway that I always trip over. It’s been there every day, just like me, for the past 30 years and I still trip over the same wayward chunk of rubber. This skid-clunk is my trademark. Snickers here, pockets of chuckles […]
The bus lumbered along the road. At every hour or so, the driver smashed the pedal to the floor; screeching the brakes. The doors slammed open, and passengers swarmed the vehicle like fleas to a bloodhound in June. Before everyone sat down, the doors crashed together and the bus resumed its journey with a lurch, […]
Click here to participate! ** I’ve done some pretty dumb things in my life. Looking back, the mistakes could have easily been avoided if I’d listened to my head instead of my heart. My heart is a liar. It’s made of fool of me a thousand times; an idiot, a real chump-ette. Yet, I believe […]
This week’s writing prompt for the Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 Challenge is the word, recipe. Exactly 13 words. ** Substituting vodka for water can ruin a recipe— but it’s a great payback.
Today’s writing prompt at The Daily Post is the word, chaotic. ** Joanna knew it was there; found it months ago. Between her crappy job, chronic depression, and Brad’s not-so-secret affair, she just plain couldn’t be bothered. Why add to the chaos? She’d thought. Now she had to be bothered, except she wasn’t. Joanna knew exactly how it would end, too. […]