Just me and my camera
Sunday I went for a walk. Left my dog at home. Just took my camera.
The weather is cooler these mornings. …
Noodle Prompt / Connections
Part 2 to my prompt response
My part one Connections response was about how I’m connecting with myself these days more than with other people. And, that’s true. Except for my famous friends.
Since my in-person connections have dwindled, my virtual connections have multiplied.
Yes, here on Medium, for sure. But, my famous friends are on…
Sparks No8 Prompt — The Scary Edition
Movies that scared the you-know-what out of me
As a child, lots of movies made me sad — Disney ones, in particular — Bambi to be specific, as Ellie Jacobson mentioned in her prompt.
As an adult, lots of movies made me sad — Disney ones, in particular — Lion King to be specific. …
A “we are screwed” story
I’m working for a client on Sunday morning. The parking lot is empty except for a few company cars that are always present.
I’m getting ready to leave when an unfamiliar white car parks next to mine. As I leave the office, a woman rolls down the driver’s side window…
Noodle Prompt / Making Connections
Seeing clearly in a life of smudges
Why is it that many of my prompt responses are anti the prompt? Not in a negative, nasty way. But, in a nope-that-doesn’t-work-for-me way or a yeah-not-anymore way.
I was a teenage rebel (first girl in my school to break the dress code and wear pants to school), then an…
Flint and Steel Prompt / October Writing Goals
An essay on aging and goal-making
I’m not knocking the October Writing Goals Prompt. I just don’t need or want goals anymore. Call it a reaction to aging or lessons learned or I’m too old for this shit. Since officially becoming a senior, I avoid have-tos and shoulds.
Maybe, I shy away from goals because now…
Photo-a-Day Challenge
My week in photos
In Florida, autumn arrives on tiptoes, shyly sneaking in the door before summer’s exit. A hint here. A touch there. Morning fog. Drier weather. Different flowers. Pre-dawn cool. More ducks.
Flint & Steel Prompt / Where Do You Write?
Welcoming spaces
I used to write at work. Stolen moments once called coffee breaks. Ten minutes of fast typing surrounded by the sounds of business and gossip, tinged with curse words and complaints. Doesn’t sound like fertile ground for creativity, does it? Well, it was. Perhaps because I couldn’t escape physically, escaping…
A photo journal and a poem
I see more wildflowers in October than during any other month of the year. Maybe because the Florida sun isn’t quite so harsh. Maybe because the rains aren’t so heavy.
Bright yellow Bay Biscayne Creeping Oxeye (above), a member of the daisy family, once cultivated, now grow wild along the…
