IT IS SNOWING FEATHERS!
White, airy, whimsical, some a bit lackadaisical–all feathers, slowly making their way to the ground.
Our high maintenance, high ego president was riding in Air Force Once when he decided he absolutely could not stand the goose feather pillows on board. Instead of doing the rational thing by swallowing his pride and sucking it up, in a fit of anger, he ordered the pillows to be destroyed and dumped out over Washington City–right above my house!
Now POTUS has no pillows, and my neighborhood is covered in a white dusting of feathers!
(In true POTUS fashion, there was a corresponding Tweet five seconds later.)
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I’m sharing this from a book of writing prompts that I utilize on occassion. The prompt that warranted this response reads, “You look outside: Ah, it’s snowing! But look closer. Those are not snowflakes falling from the sky! What is snowing at your house?”
This ridiculous scenario doesn’t seem quite too far fetched these days…do you agree?
“Where is your heart?”
He asked in exasperation. His eyes. Searching hers. Looking for answers that were lost in the dark waters of her abused soul.
This was the ultimate question, she knew.
Where was her heart?
This question…this question should sting in every sense of the word.
But it didn’t…because she knew her heart, wherever it was, could never be restored to what it used to be–filled with so much love. How naive she used to be.
After this year–this year of so much loss and tragedy–Opa, gone…then Sylvie, goddamn, Sylvie Continue reading “Heart Broken”
Lilly looked up at the vast expanse above her head in wonder. Her wandering five year old mind never stopped taking in the world around her. So many questions, always. At her young age, she didn’t know much about the world—but she was always curious, always hoping to discover more.
“The way the world works is very strange,” her grandfather told her once. She was sitting on his lap, quietly taking in words, in his low, gentle voice. A voice that exuded tired determination. He had been in Vietnam and had seen more of humanity in a matter of years than most people wished to see in a lifetime; he was a Vietnam veteran who wondered every day how he had survived while his buddy, his best friend, was blown to pieces right next to him in the Vietnamese rainforest. Yet, despite that daily question, his aging mind was filled with those nuggets of wisdom he had picked up not just because he had survived, but because he had willed Continue reading “Lilly and Grandfather”
“What are you afraid of?”
The bar was crowded, the music was too loud–overpowering really. Something that was a constant every Thursday night. Regardless of how many people were there, the terrible loudness of the music never changed from week to week.
He leaned in closer, his lips, which moments ago had been on hers, were now a breath away from her ear.
“What are you afraid of?”
It was playful. Unassuming. She had no reason to fear this question or the man Continue reading “Lessons on Self-Worth from a Dingy Dive Bar”
The two figures looked up to the sky, the younger with a tear-stained face, the elder holding a look of wisdom that defied the ages. The elder began to speak–perhaps to the younger, perhaps to simply let the words come out– “In a previous life, I called myself an atheist…but I’ve never liked that word, I’ve never liked identifying as such. There is too much certainty in that word, for this world full of uncertainties. No, I am not an atheist; to this day, I’m not sure what I am, but I do know that I believe in connections. I believe that sometimes things don’t make sense and sometimes you just have to trust yourself, what’s inside. Because you know what? You know yourself better than anyone else does and those gut Continue reading “5 Day Challenge: Day 4”
I’m back from spring break and ready to share some stories and pictures!
Incidentally, a couple weeks ago, I was nominated for the 5 day picture challenge by Amy from Snapshots, Snippets, and Scribbles. What is this challenge? For those of you who aren’t already aware, the five day picture challenge requires participants to post a picture for five days in a row, with an adjoining story each day. I’m excited to share some of my adventures with you through this Continue reading “5 Day Challenge: Day 1 (a.k.a. Britta Bottle is Back and Ready for Action!)”