Today’s word prompt from the Daily Post is reprieve. Well, I thought I knew what that word was , but after taking a look at Webster’s just to make sure, I had to rethink my angle on it. So that the reader is just as certain, here’s the skinny: Reprieve 1: to delay the punishment of (someone, such as a condemned prisoner) 2: to give relief or deliverance to for a time Yes, I could talk about a man who is in jail for the murder of two people who was supposed to be punished by death but . . . … Continue reading Blood Cries, “Murder Most Fowl!”
My Grandmother Ethel was the only AVON lady in Twin Falls Idaho for many, many years. I remember her so vivid when I smell such things as the original Skin So Soft oil. Once, a few years back, I spotted Avon selling an old fragrance, one they don’t sell any more but were running the vintage scent for a limited time, so I ordered it because I recalled that bottle as one Grandma Williams had on her oval-mirrored vanity. It was a tall, golden-yellow bottle, slimmer towards the top. It had an orange plastic rendition of a jewel on the … Continue reading The Scent of a Memory
We, my husband, myself, and my nine-year-old son, were living in our 12 x 16 unfinished “homestead” cabin (without power or running water) and, due to the constant rain, we were bored. Until I, creative person that I am, had an idea of something we could do to pass the time as a family. “Hey Greg,” I said, catching my son’s attention. “How about you trot upstairs and bring down that package of army men your uncle gave to you.” I could tell by the look he shot me that he thought it strange his mom was asking for his army … Continue reading Message from the Little Green Men
Is your mind unmoored and adrift, frantically splashing around in a sea full of unformed ideas with no life preserver and the only buoy in sight wears a hanging sign that rocks the words “Writer’s Block?” Fear not. I’m here, a wordmaid supported by prepositional fins, to help you float your imagination to that wonderful land, the Land of Word-filled Pages. For a writer with almost no academic credentials, I have something to say about writer’s block, something I was taught in the seventh grade. It has always worked well for me, and I’m amazed that I have not, as of this moment, at the … Continue reading Proposition for Prepositions
It was Mother’s Day and time for the youngest grandchild to descend the path and touch his reflection within the gently trickling waters of the special place I take every grandchild to on their very first “hike” with me. Years before, another: And so it goes. It might not be the Blarney Stone, but it is a right of passage. Silly, nutty Grandma! It’s’ what I do. This post was triggered by The Daily Post: Descend Continue reading A New Generation Descends Upon
Hello all, I’ve completed two different Blog Calendar/Planners. To date (5/20/17,) only the “Mushroom Man” is posted on Etsy.com under the shop name “Salish Mist.” I really have to figure out my photography for products posted online. I developed this calendar/planner for bloggers who desire to write an average of three posts per week, memoirists’, and freelancers who, when submitting their works to periodicals, need to stay six to nine months ahead of the game. It’s my hope every writer can benefit from it. Included within these planners are: • June 2017-December 2018: 18 month (+) planning • Dates of interest for … Continue reading Blog Calendar/Planner
This post is in regards to the Daily Prompt: Acceptance, while knowing I will fight. Hello readers, It’s been a while since I wrote anything anywhere because my eyeballs hurt. After finishing up a book for a client I finally went to see the eye doctor and not only has my prescription (for glasses) changed, my optic nerve disintegrated over these last twelve months in the same way that someone’s would if they had experienced a recent hard blow to the back of the head, which I most certainly did not. (Although my eye-pressure is pretty normal.) New glasses came in and, … Continue reading What if I go blind?