In the hush before dawn, the meadow hilltop is still. The grass is heavy with pewter droplets of dew. Like mercury they dance on the plantain leaves, all ripple-y, designed to channel moisture. The valley is hidden, obscured by the thick wool shorn from a mythical sheep.
He spreads a small blanket and rests upon it, [...]
This is a story I wrote to commemorate my Mom’s 3 year survival of breast cancer. I am always looking for comic relief.
Planet in Apparel
Once upon a time…this is a fairy tale and that’s how fairy tales start…there was a beautiful planet named Jeanne…This is kind of a sci-fi fairy tale…It had rivers, valleys, [...]
Nick is a waiter. 20 something. Clean-cut, sharp. Seems to have a sense of humor.
I am a customer at the restaurant where Nick is a waiter. I’ve never eaten on the patio at this place before. Nick is the only waiter and there are a few tables full. Enough to keep him hopping.
He introduces himself [...]
Twilight falls and one by one candles are awakened. The tall old woods come alive, lit by glowing firefly-like specks. The nighttime inhabitants of the forest step aside and silently allow this event.
From behind a bush I watch as candles form a circle. The chanting begins, softly at first, without confidence, but growing. Mournful yet [...]
It’s almost suppertime again. Sigh. Why couldn’t Mom just make things that I like? You know, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (creamy Jiff only, grape jelly, not jam) with the crusts cut off. Or chicken ABC soup, no juice. Or how about a warm hard boiled egg with lemon pepper to dip it in? (McCormick’s [...]
Once upon a fine spring morning there was a patch of earth on the edge of a large yard. It was stuck in the corner, far away from the house. Nobody noticed it much.
When the ground was just beginning to warm and the worms were just waking up from their long winter’s rest, [...]
This was my Grandma Gilly’s favorite poem. She wrote it down for me, in her beautiful penmanship that she was so proud of, when my children were small. The author is unknown.
Dandelions and Grass
Dandelions and grass
Clasped in a chubby hand,
Starry eyed, so pleased with himself,
Never a bouquet so grand.
Slightly wilted, with drooping leaves,
Received as the [...]