Monthly Archives:May 2012

Her face brightened whatever room she entered. And, she entered those rooms in style; a nod to everyone and that smile, lordie, that smile!

I was taken with her the first time I saw her. The smile didn’t always reach her eyes, but on the days it did we all felt bathed as if from the hand of God Himself.

My question to her was answered slowly, thoughtfully. “You know? You can’t keep letting it get you down. I just flick it off my shoulders and carry on. You all are my strength. You all are why I can smile.”
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This is for Lance’s 100 Word Song challenge. This week the chosen song is OK Go – This Too Shall Pass. I loved the video that goes with the song. Check it out – and come join the challenge.

“I am in full possession of my faculties, young lady.”

Mrs. Spencer pushed away the hand that had been offered and muttered; “silly git. Always wanting to wrestle me this way and that. Acts like she thinks she can boss me around. I’ll show her who’s an invalid. Certainly not me. I can still walk!”

The aide stepped back to allow Mrs. Spencer the illusion she had woven for herself. Recovery from illnesses seemed to go quicker if patients got mad enough to “show ‘em.”

One walked tall, the other shuffled, as they made their daily constitution to the cafeteria.


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The word of the week from Velvet Verbosity is Possession. These are my 100 words on that.

I feel Mrs. Spencer’s pain. Several years ago I had surgery, after which I sucked greedily on the proffered ice chips. Those ice chips were cut off without warning “until she gets up to move around.” I was quite upset – in pain – but I got up and moved around, muttering as I walked past every nurse’s station on the floor.

🙂 It works.

I took a trip on the wayback machine today . . . found one of my first blogs – and some not so great, very bad, icky, nasty poetry I had written and posted on Lessa’s then poetry collab. Okay, some of it was NOT so bad . . . but I flinched when I read some of the pieces. I’m sure I thought they were very good then.

Funny how our thoughts change with our lives, isn’t it? Mind you, this stuff is from 2001 and 2002. Lord only would HOPE I can write a bit better nowadays.

Of course, some of what I write these days is drivel, too.

The trick is . . . to keep on writing. Never mind what the critics say – whether bad or good – never mind what your own gut says (gosh, Moosie, this is GOOD stuff!) Just keep putting it out there. Hone the craft. Work the words – let the words work you. Re-read it and toss it aside to molder for a bit – then take it out and re-read it – aloud, if you please. Get a different day’s take on it.

Maybe, just maybe, we will each find that one glimmering diamond that we have hidden inside us. When we do – SHARE it with the world.

Write on, word nerds, write on.

Taking a break while sorting through my skeins upon skeins of yarn. Someone (of my yarnie friends) once said “she with the most yarn wins” or somesuch. Well, I have an (over)abundance of yarn and several projects in the works. If you, by any chance, are looking for some RedHeart or a particular color of dishcloth yarn, feel free to email me or comment. We’ll see what we can work out.

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Have updated the linky-links here – added a new category in the Links section: Word Nerds. Are you a writer of poetry, prose, fiction, non-fiction, and if you’d like to be added, let me know.

That’s it – back to sorting and categorizing the bins. I have a length of yarn tied around my waist – if I get caught up in there, give it a good yank and pull me back out. (please)
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You took my heart – tossed it aside
Wore me down – took me as your bride
Looked down at me with your lofty airs
Sent me into a world of despair

You took my heart – tore it in two
Stomped on it with your oversized shoe
Told me I’m stupid – deserved that shit
Turned me on to drugs – then dared me to quit

You took my heart – threw it away
Tossed it aside – left it to decay
Beat me down both inside and out
About my worthiness left me to doubt

You took my heart – I loved you despite
The hell you put me through every night
You took my heart – I’m taking it back
You took my heart – I’m. Taking. It. Back!


graphic from this site.
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Dedicated to the 48% Alaskan women.

This week’s Trifecta Writing challenge is to write 33-333 words on DECAY.