Monthly Archives: February 2015

Originally posted on The Backpack Press:
February 25. 2015 It’s been a week now, so I want to take a moment to acknowledge my inspiration: http://www.whitehouseblackshutters.com/40-bags-in-40-days-2015/ Today I bought boxes to cart out my books and the stuff from my…

Originally posted on Autumn Leaves:
I’ve suffered from writer’s block lately. It’s hard to create when your trying too hard. So I ignore the advice to write anything, and let myself replenish the jug. During my rest time I read. Most of…

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM I like old things. Which is weird because I don’t like wrinkled paper.  I always flip to a new clean sheet.  I can not tolerate pens with the ends chewed or a pencil sharpened down to a … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Autumn Leaves:
It all started with a cereal bowl. The bowl, inched closer to the edge of the counter as my husband wrestled open a box of cereal. We were standing on opposite sides of the counter…

Originally posted on Autumn Leaves:
When Clay brought his wife home the first time, he told her, “just be yourself, hon. They will love you.” Taylor wasn’t so sure.  She had met Clay’s mother at their wedding. His mother Alice,…

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM I found something called a Color Emotion Key while I was wasting time on Pinterest  writing my book that should have been done yesterday.  It lists colors and the corresponding emotion or meaning.  “The colors you … Continue reading →

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM A drunk woman sat in front of me on the plane last night. I’m sorry.  I can’t be kind and just ignore.  This needs to be documented. It’s important to set the scene.  We had just … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Box o' Ducks:
When my mom was in college, she received a monthly package from home, consisting of a pound of caramels and a box of Kleenex. I sent my daughter and her beau a package earlier this week.…

FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM My mom called me this past Friday and after our usual update and opinion sharing, she said, “Oh before you go, do you think Harper Lee should be publishing another book?” I was a bit taken … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Scrambled, Not Fried:
He gets pulled over again, and this time the cop is only about fifteen years old, wants to know what’s up; tells him there’s always been a stop sign at the bottom of the…