The breeze whispered sheer black across her face. Gathered near the earthen void, someone asked, “What time is it?” It no longer mattered, she thought closing her eyes. The touch, Sunday breakfast, that laugh. Time had shattered into a million never agains. My response to this week’s Yeah Write.Me Gargleblaster. The prompt…Have all your clocks stopped? Exactly…
I’m not sure I will ever understand addiction. I get eating M&Ms until you’re sick and you swear you’ll never eat another one again. There have been times in my life when I have promised myself to stop something, make better choices, turn things around. Maybe it’s all the same thing. Maybe I do understand…
It’s only money if you have it. The same holds true for hair. It seems easier to give when money abounds. If I’m not worried about paying for groceries or my electricity being shut off, I’m more willing to share, donate, or give money to someone in need. If, however, I hit a point where…
“He wasn’t always a pillar of ice. His warmth and good deeds were repaid with deceit and betrayal until little by little a chill took over.” -Donna Lynn Hope There’s cheating and then there’s betrayal. On the surface they seem to be the same, but they are not. Cheating is breaking a rule, a promise,…
I had to go to shopping yesterday. Time was running out and things just had to be done. I went to an outdoor shopping area, so it wasn’t the horrible mall yucky that I make a point to avoid every year. As I was finishing up and walking toward my car, there was a man…
I’m lost, broken down the middle of my heart. I have playlists that I listen to while I write. Sometimes I work in silence if I’m arguing with myself, but for the most part there’s music. I listen to the gamut. This song is on my “Time to Write About Ache” playlist. I really love…
Some days are good days and others are “fill that stupid water thing I’m supposed to use for hiking up with premium vodka and strap it to me” days. I can usually feel a bad day coming on. It’s been a crappy week or I know things are brewing. I follow the monthly horoscope, I…
What does it mean to remember, to never forget? Past the bumper stickers and the rolling banner on CNN, beyond the theme music. It’s probably different for everyone and I wonder if there are those, still overcome with grief, that wish they could forget. I didn’t lose anyone on 9/11. I know a few distant…
I wasn’t going to write about this, but my question needs to be asked, so here goes… I’m confused about the George Zimmerman verdict. To my knowledge, this man was investigated the night of and following the tragic incident. Police made the determination, after reviewing the facts, that Zimmerman was overzealous, didn’t follow the directions…