Personal Journey

Y is for Yoga

Yoga can be a religion. But so can Netflix. Not that I'm converting, but I've never heard of a yoga practitioner who donned a suit of explosives and took out a plaza... Yoga people, the religious sort, are usually wiry, elven, stoic folk who don't talk much and never eat. Being only elvin, I'm more… Continue reading Y is for Yoga

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on writing, Personal Journey

Z is for Zero Regrets

Made it to Z, folks! *thunderous applause* When I decided to participate in the A to Z Writing Challenge, I was apprehensive-- not at the thought of putting out words at firehose pressure, but at the thought of my perfectiosis regarding those words. I've spent more hours on a handful of words that will get… Continue reading Z is for Zero Regrets

Homeschool Life, on writing

W is for Writing Class, 5000 Words Style

As soon as I had an open room (Katae went to college), I began teaching a writing/literature class in my home. I called it 5000 Words because I promised the students would write a minimum of 5000 words over a six-week period and that they would do it with a smile.  My credentials were a… Continue reading W is for Writing Class, 5000 Words Style

Personal Journey

V is for Victim

It was 1981. Even reasonable people feared impending doom by a nuclear duel between the USA and the USSR. The Cold War had everybody wondering how to prevent the total extermination of humankind when the sabers stopped rattling and started their deadly slicing. Fallout shelters were born. My 6th grade teachers came up with an… Continue reading V is for Victim

Personal Journey

U is for Unexpected

True Story. Science class in the ninth grade. Film day. The lights are off, the bubblesque TV perched atop a rolling stand soothes the room with flickering glow. Students slink down into their chairs, rest their feet on other chairs. For a few sacred moments, school is not a jungle. We put our masks away because… Continue reading U is for Unexpected

Personal Journey

T is for Tory

Tory was an easy baby, the easiest child, the hardest teenager. I think each phase caused the next. You see, Tory was so breathtakingly sweet that losing her to the atmosphere was that much more bitter. By atmosphere, I mean adolescence. When a rocket re-enters earth, there is a gap in communication while it makes… Continue reading T is for Tory

fiction

S is for Solution

The Solution The reflection of his summer whites blinded the navy man. He closed his eyes to shut them out, to shut out the harrowing workday he'd just finished. A naval hospital ER had sounded so exciting in the recruiter's office. Now, slumped against the smudged trolley window, he tried to lose himself in the… Continue reading S is for Solution