From all the times it’s been told it’s evolved until almost nothing of the truth could be feathered out. For those of us who listen in the deep recesses of our own quiet her voice whispers softly, and forever after she can be seen in the beauty of a sunset, the gathering of storm clouds,… Continue reading Snow White the Wooden Girl
“Where do you think you’re going? Nobody’s leaving. Nobody’s walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We’re all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We’re gonna press on, and we’re gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when… Continue reading No more Christmas-is-over-blues
It dances merrily down, gently plowing a path as though according to plan. It glistens wildly as it twists and turns softly through the chilly air, its crystal points alive with the power of racing cold: breathing life, freezing life. In the sun it throws off flashes of sparkling light as it floats, as it… Continue reading A flake of snow: Delicate six fold symmetry
Angus wants to eat at the same little restaurant again. Choices being what they are in a small town, a town with a population under 4 thousand, Angus is going to get to eat where he wants. Given that he hates to run, his life’s moto being why run when you can drive, he stuffs… Continue reading In the Diner
The car bumps over the rough road into my campsite. I’m eager to park my new A-frame hardwall pop-up trailer. My first weekend solo writing retreat is minutes from commencing, and I just had my first inspiration after several weeks of writer’s block. The news just issued a warning about a dangerous suspect escaping custody… Continue reading Grizzly
As Zarya’s 5’3 and 135 pound frame enters the daycare she is swarmed by a mob of hyper toddlers jumping, hugging, grabbing, and generally causing mischief. One small hand reaches out and starts to pull her baton from her duty belt. With a mother’s lightning reflexes she stops him just as he pulls it free.… Continue reading Sleep(less): A Young Police Mom & the Last Fingers of Tiredness
Today’s post is written by a childhood friend, Marcia Siekowski. Other examples of Marcia’s writing can be found in TWINS Magazine and Durham Parents of Multiples Newsletter. Confessions of a Twin Mom – Fur Babies I have two dogs, Hungarian Vizslas. They are 5.5 years and they have seen our family through many changes: miscarriages,… Continue reading Confessions of a Twin Mom – Fur Babies (Guest Post)
They call themselves “The Barefoot Detectives.” They boast stealth ninja skills, and they can move silently on bare feet. Their best work is completed in tweed pajama bottoms, topped with cigar jackets, and a deerstalker on their heads. The cigar jacket pockets are filled with special tools of the trade: pencil, note pad, flashlight, magnifying… Continue reading Ayden Ace & the Detective Case
Awesome Owen and Ayden Ace were tired of their regular games. “Please no more snakes and ladders, books, cards, trucks or planes.” Another cold rainy day and they were stuck inside, “I’m bored out of my mind!” Ayden Ace cried. The boys looked around until Ayden Ace found stinky socks. Ow did better and found… Continue reading Ayden Ace goes to Outer Space
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 