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This is one of many entries I am writing from prompts I found online. The prompt can be found at the end. I advise reading it after finishing the short story. Craig was having trouble with the latest part of his novel. Not yet a novel. Even in the most basic form. He had ideas … Continue reading Stinky Block

This is one of many entries I am writing from prompts I found online. The prompt can be found at the end. I advise reading it after finishing the short story. The three looked around the circle their bodies created. Tension in the air. This meant everything. The air was electric. The connections, palpable. They … Continue reading Candlelight

What’s that?! Is it maybe?.... It is!!! Aer Lingus. As dul abhaile American after American. In a row… Strolling through the terminal. Terminal 3. American Airlines. Busiest travel day of the year. Planes and planes and planes. Free. No partner. No kids. Just me. My first Thanksgiving to myself. Something to be thankful for. This … Continue reading The Flying of the Green

Pouring over my skyward face. Beautiful. Drenching my shirt. My bra. Sticking to my skin. Pants. Underwear. Pasted on. Somewhat uncomfortable. Cleansing, erasing that feeling. At one with water. With life. With body. Soul. Mind. My subconscious self. Barely noticing the beautiful body beside me. The heaving, breathing, constant presence. Connecting with my soaked being. … Continue reading Rain

Today I: - Cried when dog escaped his crate. Again. - Asked kids to clean living room. ⁃ Listened to each child deny ownership of every single item in living room. ⁃ Refereed every possible combination of three kids fighting. - Ignored every possible combination of three kids fighting. - Attempted to clean dog puke … Continue reading A Day in the Life of a Mom

I've started a channel on YouTube - called Lady Mae. Nothing more than that. I'll see where it takes me.

Yesterday my three kids and I were driving home from their school. A beautiful 85F day. Hot for the last day in September. At the intersection of Foster and Pulaski, I noticed a man crawling on the ground. He appeared to be early to mid-fifties. It’s so hard to tell with weather-beaten homeless people, who … Continue reading Bill