When I read The Daily Post’s writing prompt “Out of Your Reach” which asked if there had been a toy or thing I always wanted as a child on my birthday, but never received, my mind flew to my thirteenth birthday, and the unfulfilled hopes and dreams of a newly minted teen-aged girl. Television was an… Read More Nightmare in Hawaii, Part 2
My childhood was suffused with music; however, unlike what I read on some of the other posts responding to “Papa Loves Mambo”, the music in my house was played almost exclusively for me. I don’t remember my parents listening to much of their own music, but learned early to love jazz through the album Winnie… Read More The Hills Were Alive With the Sound of Music
Ever since Writing 101 ended, I seem to have been unable to think of anything to write on my own. I’ve been busy at work, but that’s more an excuse than a reason, so I headed over to The Daily Post and found some inspiration in the prompt “Our House.” What are the earliest memories… Read More Life Is Beautiful, Magical
Well, today is my birthday, and I threw myself a party. A pity party. Carl and I had big plans today:We were swanning off to Asheville to embrace culture and have luncheon–It would be luncheon in Asheville; I eat lunch here–at any one of our favorite places, visit real bookstores, then pick up a few… Read More Childhood’s End?
The odd shaped door revealed steep, narrow, rough stairs that led to the most mysterious place this young girl had ever seen. Dim light filtering through a small, dust-coated window provided the only light until halfway up, when I could finally reach the long string attached to a single bare light bulb. Emerging from the… Read More The Attic