Tag: Live
Women Unleashed
If you were an angler, would you long to see the Green River? And you, River, would you teem with rainbow, brown, and cut-throat trout under whipping winds, rain and
Mangroves and Bonefish
My sneakers shuffle softly over the white sand to push against the tepid ocean water. My shins make a soft, swoosh sound, as quiet as the ocean waves. My eyes
A Clean Exit
It’s time to go to work. I have the keys, my purse, and my iPhone. I took my vitamins and my allergy pill. Text me. Just let me start the
November 8 – the official day of dunces
DWK – divorced with kids
A small group of men and women in their forties or fifties
We spin between the travel club, the gourmet club and
My Friend Mark
Ply me with laughter around chocolate mousse, acrobats and wise stories so to know each other well – well enough. Listen and learn about white or yellow. Wrong numbers. Headings
Hair Mishaps
It happened just before my big holiday party, you know, the one where I invite just everyone, even my work friends from Philadelphia come to see my 1855 restored farmhouse
Hockey – southern style
Takahito Suzuki “Talk ah HEE toe Sah ZOO key” Charlotte’s game is basketball, for the young or couch potato. Every house has a net, every house flies a Blue Devil
Fish Socks
There seem to be so many socks. they come in black and tan by lots. for fishing is their main event to be smelly, stinky, musty, wet! Their trip is
Thumb Wrestling
My pen poises over my mother-in-law’s birthday card. My mind has lost touch. What is the date? I spy it on the calendar, June eleventh. “Dear…” What is her name?
Flesh and Blood
When you see your son, hold him up high, praise the Lord for the miracle of your flesh in another. Let him see the world as fresh and new. Life
Winter Moon
My old dog and I walk the tree lined path. The high winter moon hits the highest point making a lacy pattern of shadows. The hard snow glistens on soft
Nine Eleven
We lie like spoons under mama’s handmade quilt
He inhales the citrus smell of my shampoo
Our old dogs lie snug in their beds
Dreaming of fields full of rabbits