Prompt: The Word “Alone”

Alone. What does that mean in my life at this point? I hardly know. It can be safely said that I am almost never alone. Two of my children – even though they are grown – still live with me and they are here part of every day. Then there’s my husband who is with…

Sandra Adams Leatherwood, RIP

Today at 5:30 pm, my beloved sister-in-law, Sandra, died. I talked to her yesterday on the phone and told her I loved her and would see after her three grown girls. Today, all day I have thought about her and then late this afternoon, I received the phone call. Sandra is one of my oldest…

Prompt: Tootsie Roll

My daddy called me “Tootsie Roll,” and though I was a normal sized little kid, I realize now that it didn’t take too long before I saw myself slightly reminiscent of how a tootsie roll looks – rather thick. It didn’t help that when I was in junior high and I asked Daddy if I…

Prompt: Tough Night to Write

I would be lying if I said that it’s easy to write tonight. I’ve tried three different times with three different stories and nothing is striking my fancy after ten lines or so. Nothing suits tonight. This is just the way it is sometimes with writing. Some days, I can write with a one word…

Prompt: A Jewish/Christian Romance

Clarisse sipped on her cup of hot tea and contemplated what to say to Roger. How could she explain her position on Christianity to this man who was such a wholehearted Jew? Their relationship was doomed. How would he ever understand that for her, her belief in Jesus did not in any way impinge on…

Early Thanksgiving Day

It’s gray outside, looks like rain. Lovely here in Southern CA where we not only need the rain, but also a respite from day after day of the same weather, lovely as it is. I have lots to do this morning: prep the turkey and get it in the oven, scrub potatoes and chop to…

Prompt: Yams

“I am not doing these dishes,” Maria snapped at her mother. “Look at them – dried turkey and dressing and yams all over them. Has anybody around here ever thought of buying a dishwater?” Camilla Lopez regarded her sixteen-year-old with skeptical eyes. “Have you decided you’re too good to do these dishes? That private school…