This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is “blank.”
AT THIS SECOND, there is surgery in progress.
There is no hospital, but there are slices and cuts.
Let me explain.(more…)
MY BRAIN IS TO BLAME for the slow pace of my walks.
Most of the reason is cerebral palsy, but the part I want to write about today is the space in my brain where my dreams run much faster than my legs move.(more…)
THIS IS A TALE of two treats.
It’s not long, because I wrote some of it in the last 10 minutes of my lunch.
I bought myself two treats, which happened to be in my truck with me during my break.(more…)
ONCE UPON A TIME, when people filled a page with my words and a Brobdingnagian picture of my face, I pretended to be an American flag.(more…)
My flight took off a few days after I quit my job.
I’d been landlocked for most of my life, but days after I met my last deadline I boarded a plane and took to the sky.(more…)
Sometimes, I go on Bob Ross binges.
I’m not ashamed to admit I watch with a mixture of wonder and green envy at how someone can make a happy little tree emerge from a paint blot.(more…)
When I was young, I made a deal with my parents.
Here’s the story of how the deal went bad.(more…)
Today is America’s birthday, but coronavirus might cause a few of its birthday parties to look a little different this year.
Since the 2020 celebrations might be a little more muted than normal, I decided to take a trip to the archives for a story about a Fourth of July past.
There’s a lot I’d change about how this story is written if I wrote it today, but I think it’s still a worth a holiday share.
It highlights some of my family’s normal traditions, and it offered a chance for reflections on Independence Day.
Happy Fourth of July, and God bless America.
This post is a response to Sue’s prompt, which is, “reflections.”