I enjoy crafting poetry and telling stories. I especially love being in the "zone" when I take a deep dive with my subject matter, developing characters and settings and researching topics like history and sustainable living.
Eighteen-year-old Pearl Taylor stood by the single window pane of the tenement apartment, gazing across the dark courtyard at the third floor room directly across her. Somehow, despite her deep mourning and the daily drudgery of her new circumstances, the stars above shone brightly in the night sky, giving her a glimmer of hope for the days ahead.
BETH'S VIEW SUMMER OF 2020 The outside world was unknown to her, but she would see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Now that she was allowed out of her room, the house seemed full of strangers, and Brian rarely asked her leave the staff room ("his room") like he used to do. The staff room had the only window that faced the driveway so Beth could see the cars pull up at staff changes. Her heart leapt when Brian's old green Toyota Camry arrived. It sank when Angie's white SUV parked,
Blue polyester! Cellophane and thrust into hand- I smile thankfully. AFTER MY MOM AND I MOVED TO PENNSYLVANIA IN THE 90's AND BEGAN ATTENDING A SMALL CHURCH, WELL-MEANING PEOPLE WOULD GIFT US WITH VINYL GOSPEL ALBUMS THEY PRODUCED THEMSELVES DECADES AGO...ONES WE SECRETLY REFERRED TO AS "GUYS IN PALE BLUE POLYESTER SUITS." WE LEARNED TO SMILE AND SAY "THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR SINGING TALENT!"