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Category Archives: Daily Observations
Arrgh! I forgot to link my story again! Clearly, I have an issue with this… After more than a year of participating in Friday Fictioneers, without missing a single entry, I got lost in paradise and was unable to participate these … Continue reading
Mohamud was my driver from San Diego to Del Mar. I don’t say something like that very often. I don’t have drivers. I am happy to carry my own bags; I don’t fly in first class, unless I am upgraded … Continue reading
The prompt is to write for 10 minutes, “no more, no less.” Check out other writing for this Word Press Challenge, here. Alone In A Hotel Room The temperature is strange, the pillow foreign. I toss and turn in the … Continue reading
As so many of you have noted, it’s such a wonderful surprise to wake up and see your own photo on the Friday Fictioneer’s page. This morning when I saw this photo, I thought: “Wow, I wonder who else went … Continue reading
When I saw the photo prompt this week, several threads came to me. However, today, as I cleaned my deck and reflected on this day thirteen years ago, this story took root and had to be written. In remembrance of … Continue reading
If you’re not a blogger, you may find this behind-the-scenes ditty interesting. Or not. Each link in here will take you to a wonderful world of reading and/or images. Take a trip down the rabbit hole; you’ll thank me later. … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: 100 Heart-Broken Words
After weeks of happy stories with happy endings, this week I don’t have that story in me. As if all the horrible news around the world weren’t enough, the death of Robin Williams on Monday really rocked me– as it … Continue reading
Here I am, circling the drain again– banging my head against the same old wall– built with bricks of crumbling self-esteem, and topped with barbed-wire of razor-sharp self-loathing and remorse. On the heels of a stellar summer of travel and … Continue reading
When I first saw the photo prompt last week, my immediate thought was of Hiroshima. I’m not sure why, but it nagged at me for days. However, I was really busy, and wanted to write something “happy,” to counter my … Continue reading
TALES FROM THE MOTHERLAND 