This Week in Submissions 

This was a big week for submissions, and personal rejections. Some how I managed to actually connect outside of a form letter, per say.  One, major, I don’t mean major league, I mean major as in big leagues, top dog, replied to a submission by calling it adorable. My story, A D O R A…

Power outage 

It recently dawned on me that power outages today are much different than my childhood memories. I don’t remember any when I lived in California. All the childhood memories of them are in Washington. When power outages meant freezing cold temperatures, needing to start a fire.  Now power outages mean rotten food, and heat stroke…

Dog’s Tale – 50 words

Once upon a dog, not a cat. A dog with a head so small and ears so big. His body stumpy, yet long, weaving through grassy yards. He turned onto Mrs. Williams’s porch. For this tale ends as the tail ends up in a home filled of apples and biscuits. This is my entry! 🙂…

Writing Stew

As I made my first vegan stew the other night (it turned out excellent, after some fixes), I realized how much writing is like cooking. Take for example my vegan stew. I took what I knew it needed, then kind of experimented the rest of the way through. As with writing you might have the…

Can’t be Without 

Brownies without nuts Chocolate without sprinkles  Oatmeal without raisins Popcorn without salt Christmas without lights Mornings without coffee 

The Other Grizzly Bear

Menace here, otherwise known as Grizzly Bear. Why? Because I will maul you until you love me. If that doesn’t work for you, I specialize in wet-willies.  My favorite hobbies are fetch, ripping apart toys, annoying my brother, and staying within two feet of Mommy. Okay, make it one foot.   If you put me…

Broken Angel – part 3

I kissed Mama on her forehead, unbeknownst to her. I was on my way back to Heaven. My years with her on Earth would never equal what I will have in Heaven. Tears fell as she disappeared from sight.  Demon, aka  buttercream frosting stayed. I think demons think in the moment. Us angels think long…

Broken Demon – part 2 of Broken Angel 

I’m sure you are wondering what I decided. To stay with Mama or go back to Heaven. I’ll get to it a bit later. It’s probably more important that I go back to the storm. As it caused a demon to break too.  A demon breaks when he does something good, a broken demon. Hell…

Broken Angel – part 1

My wings have been shredded and torn in the storm of grand wind,  which ripped the siding off Mrs. Rumpskin’s house.  Just before the corn stalks in the Danbury’s field took flight. I believed I was untouchable as an angel. My translucent pale wings a forever gift since my death at age three on the…

Believe

No one believed her. Not even her mother. She escaped.  Far from the window lights and headlights.  Where the moonlight lead to a path only she knew. To a hideaway of rust and bald tires. Fireflies dancing through shattered windows. She laid her head against the door, trying to forget them all. A howl in…

Lab parents need a support group 

Where should I even start…I took my lab off Apoquel. He was doing great the first few days and then went back to baseline. As I write this he has another ear infection and my other lab spent the day draining my bank account at the vet’s office, which I’m certain last year’s building lease…

I Must Write….

I stopped writing. I just gave it up, suddenly. It was towards the end of October. I had sent my latest manuscript to my agent, and then as though I had stepped on the handle of a shovel, the metal scoop came flying up and knocked the writing right out of my head. We always…