Be Quiet

Shhh! Be quiet!
Don’t let your voice be heard!
Don’t disrupt my bliss
by pointing out
that your house is on fire.
Don’t tell me about the arsonist
we both witnessed lighting the fire.
Hearing such horrible news
stresses me out!
Tell me what you plan to
make for dinner.
Show me a basket of kittens.
Pull up a chair,
pour yourself a class of wine,
and let me tell you how much money
I lost in the stock market
when that law abiding citizen
set your house on fire.
Hush now! Be quiet!
Don’t speak at all!
If you pretend nothing is wrong,
that burned out
shell of a home you have left
will seem quite luxurious.
You really should do something
about that, though.
It’s pulling down the value
of my home.
Shhh!! Be quiet!!
As a matter of fact,
why don’t you just
go away…
Quietly.

Photo source: https://leithincluan.wordpress.com/tag/derailing/

It was a dark and stormy night…

Actually, it was the third dark and stormy night this week. While I usually enjoy rainy days, this was too many days of precipitation in a row. It was making my body ache. My bones creaked like a set of old wooden stairs. My hips, thighs, knees and back protest whenever I try to raise myself from the edge of the bed or out of a chair.

Why didn’t anyone tell me that once you reach a certain age, your body will fight you for every vegetable you didn’t eat and pull-up you didn’t do? Well, if you’re reading this, consider yourself warned!

Today was a better day. It was overcast, but not as drab as it’s been since Friday, which gave me a little bit of energy. A few more days like this, and I should feel a little more like myself in no time.

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Sleeping Fennec Fox

Breaks and Breathing Room

I took a break from the 30 day challenge yesterday. It’s necessary sometimes. Writing happened in the wee hours of the morning, but nothing coherent that I thought you would appreciate. (I certainly wouldn’t appreciate just reading story notes! I want the meat with the potatoes!)

I spent the last day chewing on some thoughts about the latest Black*ish episode that everyone is talking about. Because those thoughts are more political in nature, I posted my thoughts here. I’d love it if you took a read and shared your thoughts on Medium. I like to keep this site focused on the sharing fiction, poetry and writing tips.

I will be back tomorrow with a short story. It’s going to be a continuation of a previous post that I left with a bit of a cliffhanger! (You all have been asking about the rest of this story! 😀 ) You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out which story it is!

Until tomorrow, friends!

 

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes, I wonder about him. He was devastated. I called him about a business matter, but he mentioned his pain. I couldn’t ignore his grief. His father died. I told him I understood. I could relate to him losing someone he loved, because I’d lost someone recently, too. I told him it would take time to heal, and how crazy family can be during a time of loss because everyone is trying to show the deceased how much they were loved and appreciated. There’s not a blueprint for how to grieve. Everyone does it differently. I wonder if he remembers my words.

I heard he lost his job because he started drinking. I guess he was trying to numb the pain. It feels prideful for me to say this, but sometimes I wonder if he remembers our conversation. I would call and check on him if I had his number. To be honest, I don’t even recall his name. I just remember the pain behind the voice on the other end of the phone. I wonder if he remembers that someone cared, and understood. I guess I still care, even now. I hope he’s doing well. I hope he’s healing.

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Looking Forward to Autumn

I posted the following on Facebook last night:

I’m not trying to rush anything, but I need summer to move it along so it can be officially autumn and socially acceptable to make a big ol’ crockpot full of apple cider. #EndRant

I love summer with it’s lack of snow and constant chill. But, this summer has been a little too warm and humid for my tastes! I’ve been craving crisp autumn air and crunchy red and gold leaves since July. I’m looking forward to pumpkin-laced everything and warm apple cider. I’m looking forward to sweatpants and long-sleeved t-shirts. And if I can find myself in that particular outfit, with a mug of warm apple cider (and maybe an apple donut or two), and comfortably positioned near a fire-pit with a few friends, then that will make it perfect!

In the meantime, I’ll pretend I don’t have a bottle of unfiltered apple juice and all the necessary spices in my pantry to make apple cider. I’ll wait for autumn to show up.

 

 Image credits:
Hot Apple Cider by Unskinny Boppy
Pumpkin Spice All the Things Meme
Autumn Leaves by Luan Ahn

 

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

The end of summer is upon us! Not the weather, necessarily, but having the children return to school! Parents are celebrating all over the country!

The end of summer no longer has the same impact on me since my daughter is now a college student. But, I do fondly remember the joy that came with dropping her off at the school and then peeling out of the parking lot to come home and crawl back into my warm bed to catch the remaining portion of my 40 winks. Good times….goooooooood times!

So, I raise my coffee mug to you parents who are getting prepared for (or whose children have already had their) first day of school! Happy 2016-17 school year!

 

 

It’s Not My Time

I made that statement to a friend this weekend as we were discussing relationship and personal goals. “But that’s a negative way of thinking,” she said. But it’s not. This is how I explained it to her:

At the start of every year people declare, “This is MY year! This is MY time!” We talk about the things we are going to get and goals we are going to achieve by the close of the year, and we mean it!! We put a great deal of value on the attaining and achieving, but not the process. We become disappointed if it takes longer to achieve our goal than the designated time, and we often give up when it does.  If your process ends up taking 730 days instead of 365 (or less), it means that the 365 day window wasn’t your time, and that’s ok.

What happens if you take the time to bask in the process? What will you learn about yourself? What you gain in the end will have greater value because you took the time to go through the process without letting the expiration date on the dream become the mark of success.

Don’t be afraid to say, “It’s not my time.” Learn how to appreciate the process instead.

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Grandfather Clock by Steven Depolo

20

Tomorrow will be my daughter’s 20th birthday. Twenty. The BIG 2-0. I’ve been a parent that long! Two decades! I have the gray hairs and fine lines to prove it! (And she survived my parenting tactics! Ain’t God good?!) In three days I will be celebrating my Annual 35th-and-change birthday! (Ask me no questions and I won’t have to tell you lies.) I was just a kid when she was born. I knew nothing, and here I was holding this new life in my arms. The truth is, we grew up together. I think we’ve grown up nicely. 🙂 We still have a way to go, but I’m proud of who we are.

Happy Birthday Kiddo!

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Birthday Cake by Omer Wazir

 

Peace

Anything that costs you your peace is too expensive.

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This has become something of a personal statement for me as I manage my health. If a person, situation or thing is going to disrupt my peace, and in the process, my mental and physical health, IT MUST GO. It’s not easy, because sometimes that means letting go of people, things and projects you care about. But if it’s not growing you, or otherwise having a positive or beneficial impact on your life, it needs to be eliminated. Your peace is that valuable. Guard it.

Tired

I’ve taken on a challenge to post something every day for the month of August. I’m wondering why I did it. I know why I did it, why I need to do this, but I’m tired. I was tired when I started. Somehow, I always end up doing this to myself: biting off more than I can chew. But today, I’m giving myself permission to take a break. (I’ll be honest, it feels like I’m cheating on the challenge.) Creating a fresh and engaging story, or finding something interesting and though provoking to discuss is tiring! Be not deceived! Writing ain’t easy! I’m going to take a few days and mentally rest. Rest, will do me some good, right now.

I’ll be coloring in my pillow fort, if you’re looking for me.

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Pillow Fort by David Sprankle