The Wolf Moon

Jan. 13, 2017 Close to midnight: A gawd-awful howl rises from within the trees bordering our yard and sets the neighbors Labrador barking with menace. Then all is quiet.  I turn off the lights, look out our windows. I can see easily because the ground is white with hoarfrost, the sky is clear and the moon shines almost directly overhead, yet I  can make out nothing that would have caused the dog next door to go off like that. I open the kitchen window and listen. In the distance, coyotes yip and a neighbors rooster is crowing so I don’t think whatever made … Continue reading The Wolf Moon

Blood Moon: Part 2

We reached the clear-cut and thankfully there was no fog. The view of Sequim Bay and the Strait of Juan de Fuca was remarkable. Navy blue clothed the foothills to our west and northwest, turning the dark green forestlands into opaque silhouettes against the fading cobalt sky. Twinkling lights from rural farms and John Wayne Marina made the lowlands look as if eastern fireflies were visiting wee folk down below. But I was the driver and my job was to keep us on the road. “Wow, this is beautiful,” commented our friend. I turned the headlights on once we reached … Continue reading Blood Moon: Part 2

Blogging Day 4: Who is the target audience for your life stories?

Who is the target audience for your life stories? By Leneé Cobb I’m going to write about something we covered in class, something I cover in every class I give: When it comes to your life story (stories,) who is your target audience? The fact that I noticed a fellow blogger, one I enjoy following as a matter of fact, typed the words “target audience” in her blog’s title, and blogging 101’s assignment for day fours subject matter deals with target audience makes the timing pretty sweet for me. It never fails to amuse me how, when folks attempt to … Continue reading Blogging Day 4: Who is the target audience for your life stories?

Gitchie Goomie

Gitchie Goomie by Lenee Cobb This story is an excerpt of Moonwalks and Unknowns. Port Williams Beach 1991 Tonight the moon is full and I cannot sleep. It is so beautiful and inviting outside. Time to hunt or hide. Time to ponder upon the ancients. Manganese blues, crystal stars, and unicorns. When youth is restored through wonder, and age is measured in memory. The thrill of being alive to wonder. The dare of present Unknowns. It is early spring. I am thirty-four and my brother Tom has come to visit. Port Williams Beach lies on the western shores of Sequim … Continue reading Gitchie Goomie