Time for another weekly assignment from Mama Kat. I’ve been away from the blog for a while, but I’m gonna bend the rules a little and explain what’s kept me away for the past few days.
February 2011
The teller of dreams (April 23, 2009)
I am a teller of visions and dreams.
Sometimes what you see means more than it seems.
Fire up the DeLorean (March 25, 2009)
It’s Wednesday again, and this week’s writers’ workshop has me thinking of a simpler time when my biggest problems were multiplication tables. It was the best of times without the worst, and I can’t wait to get back. Climb in, sit back and hold on because, in the words of Dr. Emmett Brown, “If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits eighty-eight miles per hour… you’re gonna see some serious –“
A mile in my shoes (March 15, 2009)
A few days ago, while suffering from a serious case of writer’s block, I came across a writing prompt that asked for my idea of what life would be like if I were a handicapped person. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I wondered what other people’s responses would be if they were to walk a mile in my shoes.
The camping trip from Well, you know (March 4, 2009)
Per the weekly writing assignment from Mama Kat, I have decided to address the issue of camping, for no other reason than I’ve done my share of it. Oh, and something crazy always seems to happen when I go. I’ve selected one of my most memorable excursions to share with you, so read on if you dare.
Two years later (March 1, 2009)
Two years ago today, I was on the way to a routine doctor’s appointment. What met me when I arrived changed me, and my community, forever.
Prayers and politics (Jan. 20, 2009)
Somebody once said there are two things you should never talk about with people: politics and religion. If that’s true, brace yourselves, because — with all due respect to that anonymous orator of conversational etiquette — I’m about to discuss both in one post.
Lessons from lit class (Jan. 8, 2009)
Last Thursday I awoke to the first day of my last semester of college. Usually the first day of a new semester is a breeze and, since I am taking only one class, I expected this one to be just that. I was wrong.