Blood Cries, “Murder Most Fowl!”

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!”

To All, to Each

We moved onto a five-acre forest back in the summer of ’88. We had an ax, a shovel, a saw, a tent, and two 55-gallon barrels we’d use for our water. It was mid-July when we spent our first night there. As we sat around the campfire, hundreds of eyes glowed within the shadows of surrounding trees. I was reminded of the movie Snow White when she is running through the woods in the dark, spooked by all those eyes who, in the light of morning, turned out to be the friendly creatures of the forest, curious about her. Which … Continue reading To All, to Each

Message from the Little Green Men

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

Huckleberry’s Visitor

Today’s photo challenge is: Atop. Yes, atop. That is a strange word I will probably never use anywhere else ever except right here. I cannot sing Atop of old Smokey, I cannot sing I’m atop of the world so tell all creation. It must be my American “English” showing. It just wouldn’t be right. Kinda like dived verses dove. (No not dove as in bird, but doughve as in the bird doughve into the water. Good gads, to say the bird dived into the water simply doesn’t sit well with me.) Good thing this is a photo challenge!   Continue reading Huckleberry’s Visitor

Americans are Not All Immigrants

2/3/17 There are updates to this post since last night It has been bugging me that so many seem to have forgotten. These past few weeks I’ve heard over and over again about America being a nation that is made up wholly of immigrants. Everyone knows that is not so. That, to me, is what’s currently referred to in American politics as an “altered fact.” It probably wouldn’t have bothered me except there are all those news people shouting that “words count” and everyone from everywhere demanding foreigners have immediate access to the USA and all the fighting about “proper vetting.” Don’t … Continue reading Americans are Not All Immigrants

Tell Me You Don’t See It

This post is in response to the Daily Post’s Discover Challenge: Conventional Wisdom–This week, go against the grain. Conventional wisdom would tell me that I’m turning what was clearly meant to be a metaphor into something  more literal. Example 1: “And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.” —Luke 19:40 Examples 2:  “Then shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the LORD, because he cometh to judge the earth.” —1Chronicles 16:33 Example 3: “For ye shall go out with joy, … Continue reading Tell Me You Don’t See It

Mystery Cats and Cabin Nights

This story is an excerpt from my upcoming book of life stories titled Moonwalks and Unknowns featuring the Trespassers. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know. Set up: During this story my husband, eight-year-old son and myself live in an unfinished 12×16 two-story cabin on five acres of raw, forested land in the foothills of the mysterious Olympic Mountains within Washington State. We have no power, no running water and use a rough-shod outhouse, even during the worst weather. To shower, we either visit the State Park or John Wayne Marina. Life is not easy during this time.  Every afternoon … Continue reading Mystery Cats and Cabin Nights