Free Trial Is Over
The fourteen days rushed by. I can't believe it is over. Now what? I paid for one month. I will see how far this can go. I have doubts. I wonder at my content. Does it intrigue? I feel I didn't write what I intended when
Mollie Lyon
Sweet Strength
A year ago last spring after tests run, blood, mammogram, bone density scan, all were coming back normal, good. Except that one. It wasn't even mild. The phone portal report clearly stated I had severe osteoporosis. My phone is possessed right now, so I can't pull
Giving It to God
The text came before eight am. What? Miss is in the middle of her devotions. She hasn't been getting up as early as a few weeks ago. Daylight shrinks. Every day, she watches the minutes of daylight tick backwards. She draws little emoji frown faces in her journal,
Pool Break
Ah, kids break at the pool, just adult swim or lounging in the heat on floats or treading water. Fifteen minutes of kids resting on the side. I hate to think of why this was started. Thirty plus years ago, in another steamy summer when the pool population grew to
Alter Ego
From that simple white folder with the typed words of her name and anthology, to the one rejection letter in her thirties to the first Book Festival after publishing, Miss knew this is what she wanted. She dreamed of interviews on the morning talk shows, with Matt Lauer before we
Why Indy?
Hey, look us over Lend us your ear We're Shenango Valley and we're glad we're here We did have a drill team but not a choir that sings And when we're around We're sure to make things swing We'
Introduction
Thanks to the new readers, subscribers today. It being Sunday and I usually take time in the morning to write, at least on summer break, I knew my schedule was off today for that. I listen to a friend's radio show at 8 am. I had plans to
Reunion
Joanne flashed her cheerleader smile. "They're waiting for you." "Oh, I didn't realize the time. I was talking to some old guys on my way to the bathroom," Rhonda grimaced. Joanne disappeared and Rhonda squared her shoulders to enter the dining area.
The Power of Fireflies
These mystic bugs light up with no power outside themselves, except that a higher power made them that way. I see them in the morning. Sleeping in the grass or the bushes. This morning in a hanging plant. They are seen during the day, but they don't shine.
Miss Cook
Or Another Brick in the Wall A new English teacher in eighth grade entered Miss' life. Young, of course, probably less than ten years older than these junior high students. Miss sensed a free spirit or was it fear? After the grueling English class of seventh grade, Miss wanted
Cuing Baker Street
Little girl climbed onto the kitchen chair. Mommy stood at the counter, ready for the next ingredient. The huge cook book with the red and white gingham cover laid open on the table. Little girl started drawing with a number two lead pencil. Big heads with arms and legs, no
Promise Made
Yes. I want to write a fresh story here every day during my free trial. I wonder if it will be worth the time, again. Well, any writing is worth my time. I published on Medium for a month. Maybe this time, I'll put forth more effort. Short