Flowers blossum all along the pathway. They filled the air with sweet scents, vanilla, lemon, cherry. They directed them forward along the white marble, cascaded down the hill, rose in boquets of color, red, yellow, blue and violet along the…
View writingThis past spring and summer, our garden was stunning. Every morning, I stood in it while drinking my coffee. People who walked by smiled and grinned. Almost every morning, one Latino who passed by met my eye and applauded. My…
View writingThree scenarios come to mind when i see the prompt "seduced by flowers", and therein lies many a fun tale... ........so let's start with the Opening Night ritual of sending flowers to major players in the show, as well as…
View writingSome days we will as many things as possible The flowers were arranged. Sarah did them herself. Sarah had instructed the maid on the seating arrangements. The china was set. Walking to the grand door, the Garden House shone. “The…
View writingthe moment expanded. In the silence that followed he a single word spoken by the jeweled woman. "Eternity."
View writingTomorrow is easy, but today is uncharted The boys from Dunkirk continued to come. The operating room churned on. The nurses worked four-hour shifts, then rested for four hours. They ate when they could. No one complained. It could have…
View writingMy dearest first husband Paul spent many of his younger years having great difficulty getting out of bed each morning. He spoke regularly about the "pond scum" he had to rise up into and get through in order to even…
View writingEveryone and I stopped breathing “You have no husband?” “No.” Nurse Carr saw a flicker of pain in Sarah’s eyes. “No children?” “No.” Another flicker, deeper. “No family? None in Germany.” “None in Germany. I have a sister in America.…
View writing(Note: I'm using this platform to work on a novel in progress. This scene takes place about halfway through the book.) My dad would have hated this. Everybody in the entire county crowded into our living room, dressed in their…
View writing“Someday my Prince will come”, croons the anthem of every little girl ( and some boys) early life..........A consummation devoutly and innocently to be wished, those five words empower our right to dream, to imagine, to pray for a rosy…
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