The Time Is.... |
It's 11:40 pm Sunday night, the alarm is set for 6am, another weekend has come, another weekend is about to finish. Laying in bed with the soft glow or the laptop screen, I wonder if I'll get any slee...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 23:39:00 GMT |
She Wants A Vacation |
"We can stop at the Grand Canyon," she said as she reached for the frying pan.
He nodded in approval.
"Or, we can go to Mount Rushmore," she continued as she dumped the frying pan int...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 09:35:00 GMT |
Symbolicly Monday |
It was a horrible day. The fast driving rain sounded like golf balls as it hit the tin roof of the shed outside my bedroom window. The alarm had not yet sounded, but I knew that it was som...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 09:30:00 GMT |
Memoir of a Closet |
I was walking through a forest of slacks, jeans, khakis, shorts, skirts and dresses, looking up occasionally to be certain that I was following my mother. She often took me shopping with her and...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 10:31:00 GMT |
The Cafe |
If there is one thing that drives me crazy it's when people bother me when I want to be alone.
One day the sun was shining, birds were singing and the world seemed cheerful, but I wasn't. ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Mar 2007 08:08:00 GMT |
Jill and Jack |
Perched on top of a large hill was a pump type water well with a heavy concrete cover that protected the water from contaminates. Seeing as the weather was particularly dry that year, strict wat...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 10:46:00 GMT |
The Trees |
The tall majestic trees could be seen for miles. Their rippled bark was as tough as leather and as rough as sandpaper. Their trunks were as wide as a car and it would take 5 people standi...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 22:59:00 GMT |
Operation Parachute Drop |
Being raised on a farm can have its own rewards of both hard work, and hard fun, especially if you are 12 years old. The summer of 1983 was no exception. After 6 weeks of intense la...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 09:07:00 GMT |
du jour à la nuit |
Je suis là, l'eau est calme
les oiseaux chantent
il n'y a personne sur la plage
le soleil couche au delà de l'horizon
il ne sait pas que j'observe
le soleil disparaît graduellement
ses rouge rougeoy...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 20:29:00 GMT |
