Tag: writing

  • Love Letters

    Love Letters

    Or… What’s in a shoe?? My post tonight has a couple of meanings. First and foremost… and the most random, of course… is the idea that when a woman can no longer seem to find joy or inspiration in her life, sometimes she just needs to go shoe shopping. I saw an image of a…

  • Are We There Yet?

    Are We There Yet?

    Whenever I say that out loud, I’m reminded of my childhood and the drive to my grandmother’s house every Sunday evening. “Are we there yet?” She didn’t live far, but the drive felt like an eternity. It wasn’t like the destination was something that I actually looked forward to, it was that being in the…

  • A Love Song

    A Love Song

    Well I’m not one for poetry,But my life is like a song.I am the beat,You are the melody,That’s why I need you along. Now the words don’t come easy,But I’ve got so much to say.You got the soul,I got the rhythm,And it is music…… that we play. So I will sing you a love song,Though…

  • Be Adventurous

    Be Adventurous

    I think my declaration about the new “Be …” series (AKA “The Relentless Pursuit of Positivity”) gave me a spook. Why do I always try to pigeonhole myself? Just share the damn image (or even a short story) and be done with it! You don’t need to commit to an entire series! All that does…

  • The Interview

    The Interview

    “What are you wearing?” “I beg your pardon?” Lily replied sharply.  She nestled her hands on her lap and then crossed her fingers… hoping she had misheard the question. The interviewer laughed. Lily turned quickly, in an attempt to make eye contact with this offensive man.  He had entered the room through the door behind her,…

  • Island Getaway

    Island Getaway

    “Hold onto something. This is gonna be wicked.” Gretta always exaggerated, so I didn’t take her warning seriously.  In hindsight, I almost wish I had. The tiny boat was tossed through the waves like a child’s toy, nearly capsizing, and it might have been fine if I had just held on.  But I hadn’t.  My…