Category Archive:trifecta


Ah, my girl
your incessant chatter does
exhaust me
my ears bleed verbs
and nouns and
hormones
and joy
interminable
always and forever
joy
you talk
we listen
you love
we receive
thankfully

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The Pup, granddaughter #2, is a chatterer. We tease her sometimes about how she only is quiet when she sleeps . . . but then she talks in her sleep. Her mama says she makes our ears bleed.

But it is such happy chatter and she has such LOVE to share . . . like the heart she drew in the snow on my car this morning as she left for school. I had to take a picture and share it here . . . along with my 33 words for Trifecta’s challenge EXHAUST.

She blew into the room as fast as lightening. Brown eyed bombshell with big hair from here to Texas, she was. And my heart stopped. I was smitten. I had to be hers.

lobstar28 / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND


Trifextra challenge: use hyperbole in a 33 word piece. Texas is on my brain (I get to travel there in April) and I know some big haired gals from there. So, this is what came out. Hope it fits the definition.

My most important piece of advice to young women would be to expand their minds. They should read all the time. I don’t think the world will survive without the minds of women.

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The above words are from Mildred Keith Stark as quoted in Women’s Voices: The Wisdom of the Grandmothers complied by Alaskan author Susan Stark Christianson. Link for more information. I was privileged to meet Susan and have a copy of her book in my office.

The challenge from our trusty trifecta editors is to find 33 words from a bigger publication, share them and link them. There are many inspiring words in this book. It is beautiful to see.


Mama. Mommie. MOM!
What is it, kiddo?
I love you.
I love you, too.

Mama. Mommie. MOM!
What?
Give me kiss.
One for me, too.

Mama.
What, sweetie?
Thank you.
Oh, thank you!
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drspam / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA

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Those thrifty Trifecta editors have asked for a 33 word (only) dialogue. This conversation happened many times over the years of raising my two daughters . . . and many times it has come back to them as they raise my grandchildren. I know you’ve been there, too . . . if you are raising kiddos.

“Grab me a case of wide-mouth Ball jars, Sissie. I gotta can up the ‘maters today ‘fore they all go ta mush.”

“Okay, Mama. Is there anythin’ else ya need from the Piggly Wiggly?”

“Don’t think so, girl. Just don’t forget them jars, now.”

Bess hung up the kitchen phone, sat at the table and sipped on her fast-cooling coffee. “Lawdie! It’s gonna be a scorcher! Think I’ll make up another jug of sweet tea. The menfolks are gonna be a-wanting somethin’ cool-like ‘round noon.”

Life on the family farm was far from easy. Bess had been up since 4, feeding the chickens and gathering eggs, slopping the hogs, and fetching kindling for the kitchen stove. The men, her husband and three sons, were out in the fields working the land for next spring’s planting. Sissie, the oldest child and only daughter, worked in town for the doctor and brought in the only regular paycheck.

“She’s a good girl, Sissie is,” muttered Bess as she bustled around the kitchen getting the canning supplies ready. “Sure is good of Doc Henry to hire her for his sec’tary.”

Sissie hung up the office phone and made herself a note to remember to stop by the store before heading home. Mama didn’t ask for much, and never anything for herself. “Wish life was easier on her,” she thought.

“Good morning, Doc Henry. Johnny Martin is in the waitin’ room with a bruised up ankle. Says he fell outta the apple tree getting his Mama enough fruit for a pie. And, Suse Mayhan has a croupy sounding cough. Who shall I bring in first?”

Out in the field Paps and the boys pushed the mule to walk the plow in straight lines. Billy and Mick, the babies, were 12 year old twins, but they worked ever’ bit as hard as their Paps and older brother, Zeke who was 17.

“All right, boys. Let’s finish this row and get on in the house to your Mama’s good cookin.”

“Get up, Sal!”

Universal Pops / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA

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Trifecta’s editors asked for 33-333 words using MOUTH in its third definition:

3: something that resembles a mouth especially in affording entrance or exit: as
a : the place where a stream enters a larger body of water
b : the surface opening of an underground cavity
c : the opening of a container
d : an opening in the side of an organ flue pipe

these are my 333 . . . now you go write your own. And, do check out the other fantastic writers while you’re at it. It’s a great community.