Mud, an inch thick, coated the pavers beneath the planter. Flowers, bent and broken, looked as though a monster had tossed them into a blender and hit the “puree†button. Booker, our beloved husky, rounded the corner of the house to greet me with pink tongue wagging, blue eyes shining, and white paws very, very, unwhite. Not again. As promised… Read More
Skin As Thick As Tissue Paper
Recently I entered a photo contest on an online forum. There are no prizes in this competition, just the pride of entering a photograph the artist feels best represents the theme of the week. The voters, who determine the winner, are members of the forum, not obscure “judges†with even obscurer tastes. I like that. I also like the feel… Read More
Sunrise, Sunset
Who doesn’t love a jaw-dropping sunset? One minute you’re outside swatting a mosquito or thirty, and the next minute it is as though the Universe dropped a paint palette on the horizon. Yellows, oranges, plums, and pinks saturate the blue-grey clouds and steal any hope of indifference. My camera shutter made a staccato sound as I clicked away in sheer… Read More
Seeing The Other
“Well, that was a moment I never thought I’d have,†I said as my husband and I backed out of the gravel driveway. I shut off my cellphone and tucked it back in my purse. “Yeah, he seemed more into taking than giving didn’t he?†my husband responded. I looked out our car window and watched as the line of… Read More
War Of Roses, Sorta
“Twerp!†Thus was the loving sign-off my dear friend Kathleen offered as our phone conversation concluded. I had to laugh. Kathleen is immensely talented on countless levels. And, what’s more vexing is she makes all her talents and endeavors look easy. Stunning cottage garden in her backyard? Done. Spotless house? Done. Excellent cook? Done. Perfect fingernails? Done. College English teacher?… Read More
Isle Royale, Part 4
The Writing On The Wall “Phil’s an A-hole,†was one of the first inked-on-the-wall sentiments I noted as I hung our camping supplies in the shelter on Isle Royale. “Hey Lover,†I said, “Did you know Phil is an A-hole?â€Â My husband, confused, said, “Who’s Phil?â€Â He’s charmingly rational like that. As a rule I’m not a fan of graffiti. … Read More
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