A poem for Mom 

A smile of yours, in a frame of gold.  Visions of what you were, frozen without ice.  Knowing your flesh is not here, but your soul is close.  Could you send a breeze with a butterfly, missing you might sting a little less. 

Too Many Queries 

Is there such a thing as too many queries? We are well aware of the long waits a query takes, even after the marathon it took to write and personalize it along the way. So, maybe the question is, too many at once, or not enough at once? Is there a perfect formula?  I’ve often…

Us vs. the demons 

We fight many known demons within us.  Sometimes daily, other times weeks or months apart.  Some days the demon wears fancy bright clothes, and is nothing but a clown.  Other days the demon is black as coal and soot covers everything we thought was hidden. Both our friend and enemy.  Don’t cover the demons with…

Superhero Snacks

Have some super kids, but picky eaters? Did you know changing the name of something can often trick kids into eating those foods? After author Jane Haseldine posted a picture of her kids in their own Superhero costumes, I got to thinking about some ideas I had saved during the extensive research I did for…

Candle ~ poem

The only memory you are, wrapped illusions. A candle with cellophane, Never burned. Smells good, looks new. Up close its yellowed and faded. Tonight I’ll unwrap and light it. The glow will dance, It will be used like me. It’ll burn to the end, Then go out with a breath. For the only memory you…

Desert ~ poem

Weeds grow without bother.  Blooms for the unseen.  Clouds kiss the rough edges of a lonely mountain.  Wind stirs the dead.  Creatures wait for moisture.  Sunshine disappoints them. 

A Good Book

I first “got” into books once I was actually able to read them, much later than my peers (okay, way, way, way later than my peers). The R.L Stine series and The Boxcar Children when I was younger. Then, once again when I became a nanny and couldn’t find anything worth watching on TV when…

Red Vines

My first memory of Red Vines was at a swimming pool. Today any time I have a Red Vine I think of pools and rain. It was summer, and there was a odd rainstorm. But the swimming lesson at the local neighborhood pool had not been canceled. The water was freezing and my teeth chattered….

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…