I can still remember those summer nights of my youth so vividly that I can almost breathe them in when I close my eyes and focus hard enough. There is the smell of wood smoke alive in the air with the soft crackle of the fire and relaxed adult conversation that plays back to me… Continue reading Bioluminescence
The Penis Chronicles presents, “The places they went…” The children climbed on imagining the places they could go. They didn’t see the rust or the space for one. In their eyes there was a vibrant blanket of colour and enough space for them all to travel together and travel they did! They went under… Continue reading The places they went…
She blew in on a spring breeze bringing sunshine and warmth to any space she visited. She was a continuous smile and she had an uncanny ability to gift meaning and memories individually; special in her own way to everyone. She was giving but wanted nothing in return. She knew when to retreat and allow… Continue reading Summer’s Personality
The Penis Chronicles presents, “My Universe.” To my spring/summer babies:
The Penis Chronicles presents, “Code for summer” What does summer mean for me in the realm of parenting boys? Beyond the “is it time to go back to school again blues” it means dirty, dirty children! I am not entirely sure how they manage it or if it is their unwritten child code for summer,… Continue reading Code for summer
One of the best adventures we had was also the most dangerous. It was summer and everybody’s parents were gone to work, the trailer park was close to empty. Somehow we managed to find ourselves by the creek and we climbed down the ditch and swung into the big metal culvert where the water from… Continue reading Unsupervised Summer
The Penis Chronicles present “Um, Pardon?” and story rules One of the things that my boys and I enjoy doing together is telling stories. It was something my older boy and I started doing a few years ago based off the pictures in a search and find book (Hungry Daddy Story). It spiraled from there… Continue reading “Um, Pardon?”and story rules
The way the mind stores information has always been a passion of mine since I was a child because I learned that my mother’s consciousness never rested. I remember waking to the sound of a startled cry. The dark enveloping me with its cold emptiness. I would peer into the night with frightened eyes and… Continue reading Rest
I look around at the space I have created for myself after all these years and I wonder what’s wrong with me? I’m happy right? This space is entirely me from the worn countertops, the vase of flowers wilting on the table, the music humming from the radio to the old overweight cat sleeping on… Continue reading Lacking Meaning
I came across this image on an old postcard while I was sorting through some miscellaneous papers. The image is a 1979 photograph by Terry Deroy Gruber called Taxicat. I thought it would make a wonderful photo prompt. I hope you will join in and leave a link to your own post in the comment… Continue reading Cat in the Back Window
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 