This Mom is Charlie

After the dreadful events in France last week, the prompt for your 100 Words is:

Freedom

I swallow my fear and paste on a smile. Unafraid she marches among millions, her face aglow with joy and determination. My babe now woman, wife, mother and defender. Pride swells as I read the text and stare at her determined face. Arms linked with her family, at five feet even, she stands tall in the crowd. Thousands of miles from home, but this moment she feels snuggled against my heart. This woman who sprang my loins raises her voice, and I hear mine, demanding freedom for all. Je suis Charlie. We are all Charlie and we are unafraid.

Becoming French with Texas Flair

 

Read today, Why I Write

Published –

At  Fiction Southeast

Today my essay went live at this exciting online journal. I’m thrilled the editors chose to publish my story and also because this is the first essay I’ve written in more years than I care to count.

Writing Why I Write, was an exercise of love. Through the encouragement of family I’ve set my words free.

Please go to Fiction Southwest and read Why I Write and let me know what you think.


 

Where does all the time go?

We’re entering the final days of 2014 —
how did you do on your New Year’s resolutions these past 11.75 months?
Is there any leftover item to be carried over to 2015?

Time and Memory Slips Away

Oh my! Sometimes I’ve trouble remembering what I promised to do last week much less eleven months ago. Pushing back the cobwebs I seem to remember wanting to:
  1. Lose weight, I gained weight,
  2. Submit more stories than the previous year, I submitted less,
  3. Read more, oh crap where did the year go…
  4. Blog more, oops
  5. Spend more time with friends and family, everybody is so damn busy – me included

    Public Domain Wikipedia
Hey, I just remembered something!

I didn’t write any of these down so they don’t count.

Whew, what a relief!

Okay, starting over, this year I resolve to:

Never mind, don’t think I’ll write down my thoughts for 2015 either.

Happy Holidays y’all.

 

 

Do you believe in Magic?

Through My Eyes

The trees are older, gnarled and bent, but then so am I. The years had not been kind to the forest where I once played. I walked deeper into the shadows, my eyes searching for signs of life. The dark red stood out like drops of blood among the dark green leaves.

I stood, my hand extended with a handful of those special berries, and hoped my childhood friends would return. In minutes, the air shimmered and my cheeks warmed as I felt the first flutter of wings. The years melted away, the faeries hadn’t forgotten me.

Click to open the link and join in the fun

A New 100 Word Challenge for Grownups over at Julia’s Place

Here is this weeks new phrase and picture:

“…those special berries…”

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source Julia’s Place