Natalie and Michael held hands. Waiting was sometimes the hardest, but they were determined.

How are you doing, Nat?

She shivered and leaned closer to Michael’s ear to whisper; better with you here next to me. I don’t think I could do this without you.

Awww, Nat, you’re stronger than you think. You could, but I have to say, I think it’s more fun with you next to me, too.

The carnie walked up, winked at Natalie and patted Michael on the shoulder. You’re all secure, folks.

He stepped back. The slingshot went off. Natalie shrieked. Then they both laughed.

slingshot

Written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: Secure

forget-me-not

It used to be – once upon a very long time ago – that people blogged on a daily (sometimes, it seemed, hourly) basis. That was before the so called social media frenzy began. There were Mommy blogs, artistic (Digital Diva, anyone?) blogs, chatty gramma-type blogs such as my own.

We made friends by linking back and forth – chatting in bulletin board type systems – emails – even a phone call or twenty. I discovered a lot of kindred spirits out there.

My imaginary friends, hubbymoose calls them. You don’t know if they are real, he would say. I, trusting my instincts, would shake my head and say “I know.” And, I really did know. Since the beginning of my first blog Eclectic Gramma to today’s version of The PurpleMoose Gazette I have gotten to know and, yes, love several very cool people.

Tonight – when I should be thinking about going to bed, or actually should have been in bed long before this – I started clicking through my links. Sooooooo many have not written for sooooooo long. It makes me sad and it makes me wonder. Where are you, my friends? Are you locked into the FB world? Are you tweeting or some other form of publishing? Why did you leave me?

Okay, that last one is nonsense. You didn’t leave ME – you may have let your blogs slide into semi-oblivion, but that is because your lives have changed. I hope they have changed for the better.

My life is certainly changed in many ways since I came to this space. Pretty much all for the good. :) Any bad – well, I won’t bore you. It’s all confessor type stuff anyway.

You probably noticed my writing here has changed over the past few years as I flexed my noggin and stretched into the writerly world – taking part in poetry challenges and 100 word challenges and trifecta challenges. That might be confusing to those who were used to my gramma style writing.

I trust you are all well. That is my hope for all who have touched my life in some way – that you are all well. If you do stumble here and want to find me – I’m on FB myself – Barbara Purple Moose.

Woke up this morning to find that my daughter had not only made all the updates to my site, but she had changed things all around. Love it and love her. Thanks, Lessa.


His gruff voice and grumpy exterior belie the man he really is. Inside all that is a gentle giant, an honorable man. He is the man our daughters’ children call Paw-Paw, GrrAMpa and Gramps. He has changed bums, wiped noses, dangled babies on his knees. He has loved and he has disciplined. But mostly he has loved. 44 years a Dad and 22 of those he has been a grand-dad. If a ride is needed, he is first in line to offer. If a paddling is required he is first to encourage another avenue of correction. He is love personified.
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written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: GRUFF

Come down to the water
My true love sang to me
Come see the sailing ships
And watch the tide with me

Come down to the water
I called back to my love
Let’s seek shells and toss
Pebbles, and rescue starfish

Come down to the water
Let’s watch the sun sink
‘neath waves turned golden
With its waning light

Let’s sit together at the wharf
Dangling our feet and laugh
As waves tickle our toes
And crust them with salt

Oh, do come down
To the water with me
It is there life begins and
Where our love remains
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written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 word challenge WHARF. Photo is from a day trip my love and I took to Homer over the weekend. I belong in Homer – someday – someday I shall live there.