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Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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It’s been 8 years today, since my mother died. Eight years ago today, at this very minute, I was at a bat mitzvah, and my mother had been dead for six hours. A lot’s happened since then. My impressions of … Continue reading
Computer issues and shadowing Rochelle in Israel… in the same cities, but we never ran into each other. I’m back! I’m grateful for Ms. Wisoff-Fields and her hard work each week, and the photo prompt this week from Susan Eames. This … Continue reading
I was late last week with my “nasty” story, but appreciated the comments; thanks all y’all! That was one of my favorite photo prompts ever! Out of the park, Liz! Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her … Continue reading
For Luke, our much-loved yellow lab… our companion, our friend, my baby. He is 16 and has gone down hill rapidly this year. I realize we are very lucky; many dogs never live as long as Luke has. And yet, I … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge that features writers from all over the world. Use the photo prompt to write a 100-word story and join this group of Kool Kats, led by our talented and generous leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check … Continue reading
Well… Once again, I forgot to link up, for 10 hours; but better late than never! Friday Fictioneers is brought to you each week by the indefatigable Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who leads our band of merry writers, in weekly photo-prompt flash … Continue reading
As soon as I saw the photo this week, I knew where I’d go… it just took, me awhile to pull myself out of the happy stories I’ve written of late, to address this “squeamish” photo– brought to us this week … Continue reading
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! Each Wednesday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields leads our merry band in creativity. This week’s photo prompt was provided by Renee Heath. To read other stories in this week’s series or to join in, check out details on Rochelle’s blog site: … Continue reading
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, the best Flash Fiction in town! Check out our ring leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog, Addicted to Purple, for more details. Rochelle provides a weekly photo prompt; participants respond with a 100-word story with a beginning, middle … Continue reading
Who knows what brings someone to confess. There are stories ripe with tales of death-bed confessions, but this is not that. There are people who confess to seek forgiveness. In my case, that’s not going to happen; it’s too late. … Continue reading