OLD MR. BOSWORTH

This is a (not so short) piece that I wrote for Bloggy Moms in response to one of its monthly prompts:  “Everybody said the old Bosworth Mansion was hunted.”  Please click the link for the full prompt. I am quite glad to be able to write a response.  The week had been a busy one

I AM AUTUMN

I have danced all that I can until my limbs got tired and the music faded with the last echoes of the wind ’til nothing was left but the pregnant stillness the quiet of waiting. I have sung all the songs I can sing with the whistling of the wind and the voices of the

Inspired By: ONE THOUSAND WHITE WOMEN

She unfurled her wings and took flight from where she first opened her sight towards a place she’s never known what dream or hope fired her sojourn. Poverty or riches, loss or love bouying her soul, she soared above all the ties that would have her bound that she’ll be free to find her ground.

SLEEPING BEAUTY – A RETELLING

Well, I can almost breathe – I am more than half-way through packing.   Tomorrow, we will be on a plane that will bring us halfway across the world.  I am both excited to visit my birth home and  a little intimidated with having antsy kids in a long flight.  There are so many friends

THE CAROUSEL – PART 3

This post continues the story I started for Bloggy Moms and continued in a recent post. THE CAROUSEL – 1 THE CAROUSEL – 2 Thank you for visiting and your comments. 🙂 ___________________________ Abuelo collected a rusty saw hanging from a nail on the wall and went out of the front door where  scraps of

THE CAROUSEL – Part 2

This post continues THE CAROUSEL.  This is  a response to the challenge posted by SAM for Bloggy Moms Writers’ Workshop for this week – “This week’s prompt is to write what you DON’T know. Add a scene to a work in progress that requires you to do a little research. Write a story from a different

THE CAROUSEL

This piece, a beginning of a story which hopefully, I will be able to continue and finish, was written for Bloggy Moms’ Writers’ Workshop.  The challenge was to  write a response to this picture prompt:  ________________________ Darion straightened up, wiping the sweat pouring down his brow with a grimy arm. He looked up and confirmed

UNBORN

Alone, I floated in my dark little world Where, but for the beat by which I lived, silence ruled. There, I bided the time When I’d see the light while warmed by gentle arms coddling me close to the heart. But my solitude was broken by hands steely and cold. Deaf to my silent screams,

FOR MY MOTHER

You always gave me the hand-me downs. You covered up Big Sister’s faults. She was responsible. I was not. She was favored. I was not. I am now a mother too. I understand. _____________________________ This piece was inspired by Trifextra: Week Sixteen. The challenge for this weekend is to write a 33-word response to  “Mother”.

THE STRONGMAN

I wrote this piece for Bloggy Moms Writers’ Workshop.  The challenge is still about music: This week’s prompt involves music. Think about that story that’s been on your mind. Think about your main character, or maybe a side character. Think about the story itself, or maybe just a pivotal scene in the story. You got