Grow Up?

Originally posted on Marta Pelrine-Bacon:
Have you seen a New Yorker article about the horrors of the birthday week? The author takes exception to people who celebrate their birthday for more than one day. It’s narcissistic and self-obsessed. It’s childish. Reading the article and several of the comments made me wonder about how some of…

Chernobyl Charlie

Originally posted on Mandy White:
The old man placed another log on the campfire. “You kids ready for a story?” “Yes!” Kylie and Joel chorused together. Every summer, his daughter-in-law Laura brought the grandchildren on weekends for a backyard campout. The kids got to sleep in a tent and enjoy fireside stories, just like they’d…

Don’t Stop

Originally posted on Mandy White:
? Since this is your first night and all, I’ll just ride along and keep ya company. I’ll help out if ya need it, but otherwise, I’m not even here. Just think of me as a ghost or somethin’. There ain’t a lot to this job, just cram them papers…

Xingfu means blessed.

Originally posted on XingfuMama:
Xingfu means happy and blessed in Chinese. Even though 2014, the year I started this blog, was a busy and, at times, difficult year that is the word I thought of for this space. Mama not because I have many children but because I seem to fall into a caregiving role.…

Back To Fall

Originally posted on Writer's Treasure Chest:
As soon as it’s November the pumpkins will be gone the skeletons are in the attic free of ghosts is our lawn. ** For a moment there is silence in peace, our life can stay for just one small and little moment before the next big holiday. **…

Trick And Treat

Originally posted on Evil Squirrel's Nest:
Good squirrel, bad squirrel. It just wouldn’t be Halloween on The Nest without a brand new, freshly carved Squirrel O’Lantern!  This year, the good pumpkins sold out way faster than expected, and by early last week when I normally buy my pumpkin each year, they were already long…

Pinnacle of Sadness

Originally posted on cosistories:
He found her standing alone on a pinnacle of sadness. There was no breeze. Her blue dress hung down in straight lines. Her white stockings had seen better days. Her white pinafore was gone to points unknown. She had chopped her blonde hair to shoulder length, but the ends were uneven…