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Distractions, obstacles, sickness, sun, work and obligations. It is a never ending merry-go-round. So before you can think about that I didn’t post on Sunday as I had planned, let me distract you with this week’s submissions for 100 Words on Distraction. The Wandering Author was so inspired by distraction… Continue Reading Why I’ll Never Be Rich and Famous AND 100 Words on Distraction
Want. What is it we think we want? It is different things for different people. Some want the American Dream; house, kids, SUV in the driveway, big screen TV, and a manicured lawn. This fly buzzing and beating it’s wings against the window wants to find it’s way outside, and… Continue Reading 100 Words on Want
Ah Eden. Paradise lost. Was it ever real or merely a construct of human imagination, a place created in the mind to explain and ease our suffering? A past and future promise that there is a place we can return if only we get “it” right. Yesterday I discovered that… Continue Reading 100 Words on Eden
Good morning fair readers. The day is grim outside and I’ve caught myself a virus of some kind, so I write from a cocoon of blankets as I peer out from puffy eyes. It’s a sucky Tuesday in my neighborhood. Last night I saw Eddie Izzard at the Orpheum, and… Continue Reading 100 Words – Hooked
What? I give you “lips” and not one tawdry entry? Readers, you disappoint. No. I’m just kidding. Truth is, I think that this was my favorite challenge for submissions so far and it once again inspired me to write my own 100 Words this week. The Compliment “I just… Continue Reading 100 Words – Lips
Oh my god, you thought I died or something, didn’t you? Nope. I’m still alive and kicking, but my wrist did almost fall off this week, and my head did almost explode, and my well-being did fall down a slippery slope, but that’s another story. And holy batman readers,… Continue Reading 100 Words – Hidden Spark OR Velvet Verbosity isn’t Dead Yet
Good morning! I am inexplicably delighted that it is Tuesday. Perhaps because Tuesday is not Monday. Perhaps I am still riding high on the good news of a friend. Perhaps because I am just poking my head out of a long, blue funk, and I always feel hopelessly hopeful (hehe,… Continue Reading 100 Words – Openings
Who are these, my teachers? Not who I expected them to be. Not who anyone expected them to be. Lessons learned on love from a triad and a single journeying man. Lessons learned on parenting from a teenage boy. Lessons learned on patience from an angry, venomous girl. Lessons… Continue Reading 100 Words – Lessons
Before we meet, before the first kiss is gifted, before I smell the scent of your neck, before your hand brushes a bare bit of my skin, before the space between us is closed, there is innocence. I know nothing of you before these moments…no more than a stranger can… Continue Reading 100 Words of Innocence – Knowing of Truths
There were acres and acres of land on Heather’s farm. We explored every inch of it that summer. We imagined ourselves as wild horses and ran with the real ones through the pastures and over the soft ground of the woods. Our long hair flew out behind us. We ran… Continue Reading 100 Words on Grace – Childhood
