A Sunny Spot

A Sunny Spot

Two of my cats, ginger tabbys, greet me with sleepy eyes and soft purrs. The sun pours on them, a liquid blanket of gold. They shift to accept my pets, turning the sun into flames rippling across their coats, their purring increasing to something like the noise of a distant roaring fire.

More Chocolate

More Chocolate

Effort has its limits. This statement can be said about many things. In particular I am thinking of how it’s true about writing, or maybe just editing. For me, at first, an image explodes, fills me with verve and motivation. Ideas spill and scatter, mixing...
Horse or Donkey?

Horse or Donkey?

  I’m stubborn. Not only a Taurus, I was also born in the year of the Ox. I’m mixing my astrology, I know. I guess it’s why I have a double helping of stubborn. Do I think I don’t have a choice in being stubborn? No. I don’t believe in...
A Reward From My Principal

A Reward From My Principal

Today I was reminded of a great lesson my principal taught me when I was sixteen. I walked down the narrow hall, crowded with other kids rushing to leave school. We packed the hallway, a steady flow. Like an explosion went off, a clearing appeared just ahead of me. I...
Season for Death

Season for Death

I almost crashed several times while driving out of my neighborhood this week. The lane is not tricky, and the snow didn’t faze me. The bright contrast of a white blanket cast gently over the land usually soothes me, in fact. Trees and bushes slumbering...
Earlier

Earlier

Writing is loud and lonely work, sleep’s enemy.

I stare at the ceiling. The sun isn’t even thinking about rising yet. What in the world am I doing up? I sneak out of the bedroom.