Category: Writing

Swirl’s Chewed Things: Rodent

Hello. I am Swirl. Yesterday, I ate a frozen mouse. I found it in the snow. Actually, under the snow. Like the mouse was in an avalanche. He was flat like one of those rawhide things but with a lot of fur that was… Continue Reading “Swirl’s Chewed Things: Rodent”

Banner Day

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
I ran from the label for a long time but now I own it. I’m a senior, an older adult. I stop at elderly, though, because it conjures for me the memory of my great grandmother sitting in…

2021’s Word

Equanimity: mental calmness, composure, and evenness of temper, especially in a difficult situation I would have done better had ‘equanimity’ been the word of the year at the beginning of 2020. Instead, I had to spend much of the year tied as tight as… Continue Reading “2021’s Word”

On Digging, Blogging, and What to Do Next

As we came around the bend, hopping on and off the wooden planks that keep our boots from muddying up, and seeing our dogs up ahead, heading for the place where, yesterday, Swirl found a critter’s hole and erupted with gleeful digging, I asked… Continue Reading “On Digging, Blogging, and What to Do Next”

Fivers

I just caught Swirl chewing on an actual dog toy instead of trying to eat my Christmas cards. Rather than taking this as a change in course, I’m looking at it as an accident, a mistake, a random landing of his open jaws on… Continue Reading “Fivers”

99 New: Small Can Be Beautiful

Originally posted on Red's Wrap:
Every time I take the path from the bluff down to the shore of Lake Michigan at our beloved Doctors Park, I see the picnic table where, nearly forty years ago, I sat with my young daughter on…

Stitching

The picture doesn’t do them justice. These are my new boots and they are wonderful beyond words. My husband gave them to me for Christmas to replace my Target boots which, despite my deep love for them, began to fall apart. They came apart… Continue Reading “Stitching”

Home Field

This is the story of a magical day – a sterling day, so perfect that it could only have been a crafted, scripted waking dream.  The gods created it, I’m sure, as a gift for our strained family and the troubled times we had… Continue Reading “Home Field”

The 12th Street Bridge: A Story of the Spring that Comes after Winter

Jo Should she take sheets? Eleanor holds the blue flowered set. No, who uses sheets when they’re sleeping in their car? She puts the sheets back and pulls out the heaviest quilt. It’s May and still chilly at night. She stops halfway down the… Continue Reading “The 12th Street Bridge: A Story of the Spring that Comes after Winter”

Christmas Promise

It took nine months of having it ripen on my desk for me to realize that the short story I wrote in April was meant to be a Christmas story. The part where readers in my writing workshop hoped for more and were disappointed,… Continue Reading “Christmas Promise”

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