Neighbor Man Cometh

One Christmas Eve my husband and I invited our flannelled, bushy-bearded neighbor man to join us for our family’s traditional, holiday meal. We’d known him for a few years. He used to come to his country property every weekend to camp out, but come one […]


The Heart of the Matter

Dear Other People – Even though there’s a lot of hoopla about which chronic ailment titles are best, and worst, I don’t care how you refer to me. And my disease. A person with diabetes. A diabetic. For me, it’s a big ole nothing-burger. Really. […]


Flash (whiz-bang) Fiction Photo Prompt #3

On the Writer’s Digest blogSite, William Highsmith describes some specifics as he quotes two other authors in a Frequently Asked Question article about flash fiction: As five-time Hugo Award–winner Mike Resnick says, “Brevity is not just the soul of wit; it is damned hard work.” […]

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Yesterday’s News

. Yesterday’s newspaper, thin hickory strips, strike a match on the cold cement floor. When I was a kid, men struck matches on zippered . fronts of Wrangler jeans. . Set the kettle on wood cookstove – pepper, salt, fry two eggs, ham steaks in […]


Flash (whiz-bang) Fiction Photo Prompt 2: Hearts On Skin

Alrighty, writerly buckaroos, today’s the unveiling of the second set of photo prompt Flash Fiction pieces. flash fiction often contains the classic story elements: protagonist, conflict, obstacles or complications, and resolution. However, unlike a traditional short story, the limited word length often forces some of […]


Flash (whiz-bang) Fiction Photo Prompt #2

Flash Fiction. It’s not to be confused with neked authors writing on the run (although it could be); it’s a writerly style. . One of the first known usages of the term “flash fiction” in reference to the literary style was the 1992 anthology Flash […]


I Asked

In the elementary lunch line I overheard friends who said: No meat, please. No, I cannot have the chili. No, no, sweets, please. My family said decline the cinnamon roll. The cheese? Oh, how I want it, but I cannot touch it, nor eat it. […]


Dear Malakai (letter 1)

Dear Malakai, So I hear tell that you’ve started on a wonky, crazy, brandSpanking new, maybe scary, but somewhat exciting, God-trusting adventure. We’ve needed a kiddo like you in the ranks – an eager, willing, chasing after God sorta young feller. But hey, before I […]


Oh Yes You Can

Even though I wrote this piece five years ago, as I blew the dust off and read it this morning, it’s still applicable today, armpit and all. (I updated the dates though.) . . Here is the poem I left on the bathroom counter for my […]


Rent the Pain in Two

Handle my broken? You’re kidding, right? I’ll sweep, gentle-like, sharp shards of glass; replace with glue, a mug’s cracked handle; tape a page, nearly tore in two — but staunch the wounds of my own heart? It’s not possible, plausible, sensible that I’m worth any […]



jeans jeans   everywhere the jeans – city, country especially there – rural folk wear ’em Friday and don’t call it casual – because it’s the same as every other day where they work. ride. live. breathe. . . . . . work hard, play harder […]