Fiction Friday — The sun reflected so brightly off the snow that Jessica needed to put on her sunglasses. Fumbling for the case in her backpack, she found the Ray-Bans and easily slipped them on. She’d decided to buy only the best since treating herself to Lasik surgery last year. …

“hiraeth” —

Poetry Sunday — I see hope in raindrops and budding trees in yellow daffodils and puffy white clouds I hold hope’s hand as I walk to the park with my grandson I hear hope in laughter as my fingers trace the soft cheek of my new granddaughter I taste hope in a meal prepared…

A Slow Motion Rainbow —

A Poem of Hope — I’ve been painted with layer upon layer upon layer of strife and anger deep, dark shades of resentment and loathing all sealed under a thick coat of jealousy overlapping sheets of conflict cover my eyes my ears, my mouth keeping hope imprisoned under a veneer so thick so hard and so tough it’s…

Carrying ancient secrets —

A Home Depot Story — As a Home Depot Greeter, I generally stayed close to the front doors, although there are special circumstances that can lead me to help elsewhere. This is a story about one of those occasions. A woman and her young son passed by me on their way to the exit. I…

In a field of crunchy snow — standing in a field of crunchy snow arms outstretched scarecrow style she is quiet and still her face tipping skyward fresh snowflakes settle on pink rosy cheeks the embrace of silence leaves her alone in the world a solitary scarecrow standing in a farmer’s field a scarecrow whose straw stuffing has been…

and the Perfect Mojito — He casually stepped behind the bar and after a quick glance to get familiar, mixed himself a drink. She was intrigued at how effortlessly he filled the tumbler with ice, making himself a 7 & 7 with ease. She made her way across the room as if she were a…