The house was quiet and still. Bears stood in neat rows on lounge-room shelves dozing in the night-time summer heat. Suddenly, from inside the cupboard, with sliding glass doors, a voice spoke. ‘I feel very silly’ a small light- coloured brown bear sighed. He sadly shook his head. The huge white pom pom on his…… Continue reading Santa Bear
Suze had forgotten to delete the dating apps she’d downloaded in order to test whether or not she was sexually or romantically interested in women. She’d been caught up in Sydney’s new relationship with Fig and Frank’s return to the city to be closer to his new girlfriend. Suze had forgotten that she’d even attempted…… Continue reading Story Time Saturday: 13: “You okay, weirdo?”
Ahem-Ahem-attention, please…lol, is anyone listening? Recently, I was asked to tell my story. My story? For a writing exercise, I encourage everyone to sit and examine this subject. Questions arise, many, dizzying questions, circling until paralyzed for those of us who not used to talking about themselves. I have never lavished a good yarn…… Continue reading Story Time Saturday: How I Learned to Speak My Name by Jessica Edouard
My dog died. Even though we were expecting it, I never expected the emotions that came after that. My dog was about to turn 13 years old when she died. I had been preparing myself for her death for months but nothing could have prepared me for that call. Once my dad told us…… Continue reading What I Learned From Losing a Pet
Hellooo! Anybody home? Seriously, it’s been awhile since I’ve written a legitimate post; so long that I see some of my favorite bloggers have entered into the blogging abyss with me. So, I want to thank those of you who continue to come into our corner. Anyways, I thought I’d break into the blogging world by…… Continue reading Message on Missions: What my Absence Taught me About the Lord’s Presence
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I had just closed the last box of my possessions when I saw the notebook. It was a black composition notebook that had been thrown in my closet. I picked it up and instantly remembered what it was. I opened it and saw two sets of handwriting, one was mine and one was her’s. Looking…… Continue reading Dear Angel…
Dear Friends or Former Friends, I love you- each and every one of you. But I feel that there are some things about me you must know. First off, I am bruised. While the self-confident and business driven Fairen is often what you see, you fail to see the other half of the peach. If you were to…… Continue reading I am a Bruised Peach: An Open Letter to my Friends
It’s not my fault I drive a big car. I still pretend I drive a small single-person’s car, squeezing down near impossible back alleys, reversing into shoebox-sized car spaces… But here I am, parody of the modern day suburban mother, driving my huge, ozone depleting, nitrogen oxide emitting, four wheel drive to the supermarket and…… Continue reading Storytime Saturday: Crazy Apple Lady
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