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Memoirs: How I learned to live on less
Upon reflection, I can honestly say that learning to live on less was not a conscious choice on my part but a necessity due to a short series of unpredicted life-altering events. Simple stated, I went from rich to poor in a mere eighteen months. Whew, good thing I didn’t have time to take a breath! I sort of felt like Dorothy being catapulted from my own version of “Oz”, into my own personal version of Kansas-which was a very undesirable place for me to find myself. Unlike Dorothy, I much preferred my “Oz”.
Thus, the learning to live on less became both an obsession and a necessity. My spending money was basically reduced to zero, but I adapted like a Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsShort stories: For children
The Tree
The Vietnam Conflict had been raging for years and in fact, it even became part of the Sixth Grade curriculum. 1970 was a monumental year-a new decade and Kate would be going off to Junior High School that fall. She could hardly wait for the school year to end and June was such a warm month and it seemed to last forever. She longed to be done with classes for the year and free from the confines of the classroom.
Mr. Klepner was an old teacher and he had been at the school forever. He was neither very interesting or encouraging. His voice seemed to remain at the same pitch whether teaching math or the dynamics of science. But, Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsHumor: Plus size clothes – Part 9
Well, let’s see, what do the words “Plus Size” bring to the minds of most people? Fat, or should I say “Fluffy”? Ok then, I am very Fluffy. I am about 200 lbs. and I do not actually feel fluffy, I feel fat. Just when I can get to the point of allowing someone to take a picture, “wham” there are those 3 chins again. As you can now tell, my self esteem could use a little work on it. Shopping does not help the self esteem area at all. I go into the stores and see all the cute little outfits, thinking one day I will again wear a size 10. Yeah right, Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsPoetry: Philosophy
Bright Light
White Light
Lives the day
Hides the Night
Black light
is relevaling
Non-Con Ceiling
What hides in the light
Black light
Illuminating
The darkness
Of Hid-in truths
Refracting the light
Illunminating
Secret Re-veiled
now in vivid sight
White light = blinding
Black light = re-minding
The echos of the sun
Light absorbing Dark shades
That protect
My sensive
Light green eyes
Two My C-priCe
All light is created equally
Each has it’s own
Des-Tone-E
In what octive?
In real-elation 2 Sea …
natural order of the Universe
I’m not preverse
I live-N’ See
The paral-elle scale
Will remain pale
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Experimental fiction: Dialogue only
“Shhh! Be quiet or they’ll hear you!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump the table.”
“It’s OK, just stay still and be quiet.”
“But Mike, what are you doing wandering around the hall so late? If Mom and Dad knew you were still up they would be really mad.”
“Pff. Like I care. I’m going out with some friends.”
“You can’t go out Mike! It’s way past your bedtime! And Mom and Dad would really, really, be angry with you if they found out!”
“But they aren’t going to find out.”
“How can you say that so confidently?”
“Because they keep there door shut while they sleep. Plus, dad snores so loudly that Read the rest of this entry »
Reflections: My greatest accomplishments
Whenever I do anything I work hard to try to do it well, so there are a number of things I’ve accomplished at one time or another of which I’ve been proud.
The accomplishments of which I’m most proud, however, can be seen sitting around my dinner table at holiday times (and various other times as well). They are my three grown children who, individually, give me reason to be proud but who, together, remind me that I haven’t just raised three human beings to adulthood. I’ve kept a family together, whole, and strong through some difficult times. Seeing how close these two brothers and their sister remain, hearing them laugh together just as they have Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsDrama: Self awareness
What is…and isn’t
Setting:
A large room with a number of non-matching chairs. Two at center facing each other; one short and overstuffed, and the other a wooden chair with a higher back and no padding at all. Doors at stage left and stage right.
Cast:
Karen – mid-twenties, female, dressed in velour leisure suit set and matching ballet flats
Dr. Harvey- mid-thirties, male, dressed in button down white shirt, tie, slacks, little round glasses, carrying a full file folder, a large yellow notepad and pen.
Dr. Evans – early forties, male, dressed in same as Harvey plus a white lab coat
Nurse – female, dressed in scrubs and comfy white shoes, carrying a tray of meds
Karen
(Karen is already in the room Read the rest of this entry »
Humor: Plus size clothes – Part 13
Beachgoers beware! The middle-aged fat woman is coming soon to a beach near you with a brand new bathing suit. Cover your children’s eyes. What was that flash of white? (My pearly white skin) I don’t care what anyone says, this year I’m going to the beach for a whole week and I am going to enjoy every minute of it. I am a plus-sized woman and I wear plus-sized clothes and I like to look nice whenever I can. So I bought myself a new swimsuit. I didn’t try it on ’cause I know what size I am. Plus, I don’t like to use dressing rooms.(I always think someone is watching through those Read the rest of this entry »
No CommentsMemoirs: Serving in the US Air Force
Thanksgiving Day was a family celebration, usually held at my maternal Grandparents. The usual attendees were aunts, uncles, and cousins. The normal adult table sat fifteen to twenty, and the kids’ tables sat another twenty or so. I recall there was always turkey, ham, and occasionally beef roast. We also had mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, and a variety of vegetables. These events were almost always enjoyable with games and talking, there was no television in the early days.
Thanksgiving 1968
Over thirty hours ago I was standing outside the passenger terminal at McCord AFB, Washington, sharing a pint of Seagram’s Seven with fellow passengers speculating on our trip and what we might encounter. The conversations Read the rest of this entry »
Humor: Plus size clothes – Part 12
I hold up the pair of pants; they are dark blue, have a rip in the right knee and a rhinestone heart by the pocket. They are the cutest pair of jeans I have ever seen. I cross my fingers and open the waist, peering into the abyss of fabric in search of the little white tab that all my hopes are riding on. I find it, breath deep and locate the emboldened number, hoping that it has two digits instead of one. Suddenly the door opens and a gust of wind blows my hair in my face, blocking my view. I lift my head up and watch as two girls walk in, giggling and shouting. I raise an eyebrow Read the rest of this entry »
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