Lisa Brasher
Bio
Start writing...I am a retired teacher. I taught elementary school for 30 years. I have written. short. stories and poems . I. am. looking. to. become. a full. time writer. . I live. in ,Houston Texas.
Stories (34/0)
AN UDDERLY DEVINE ESCAPE
The boy ran over the dry grass. He ran over the dusty road. He ran in the oppressive heat. He ran against the dry wind. Knobby knees knocking together. Scraped shins stinging. Dirt smudges covering his arms and legs. He ran to forget this abandoned place he found himself in. The cluttered farmhouse his parents had taken him to. A long lost relative that had died of some horrible virus sweeping the country. He ran to escape the adults fighting over money and personal belongings. He ran to erase the feelings of not fitting in at school.
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Fiction
A MISTY ISLAND BEDTIME STORY
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who dreamed of oceans, islands, and ponies. To this landlocked animal lover, these subjects were magical. In her dreams an angry sea was churning, black clouds were hovering, and a wild stallion was screaming. On an ancient ship, the crew was too busy navigating the surging ocean to notice the screams of the stallion, or the rock shelf looming ahead. With a crackle of lightening, a thunderous clap of thunder, and an earth shattering shudder, the ship collided with the rocks. Spanish stallions bound for America were pitched into the raging ocean.
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Families
PASSION IN A FURRY BROWN AND WHITE SLOBBER PACKAGE
Dogs are man's best friend. Whoever wrote this is genius. Just look into those soulful eyes and you will fall instantly. If not, then perhaps you better question whether you have a soul. If you were to ask any of my friends what I was passionate about, they would respond with one or all three of these; football, dogs, or education. I was drawn to dogs at an early age. My earliest memory is of my mom knocking on someone's door and me putting my face up to the screen as a Doberman Pincher looked out from the inside. She scolded me for being fearless and said if that dog had been mean, it could have bitten me. A mean dog? Humans are inherently mean. Dogs are just instinctual animals that can turn mean if mistreated. We were raised with German Shepherds, another breed that has a bad reputation like Dobermans. Friends and cousins alike were deathly afraid of these dogs. Not once were we ever bitten or growled at, and I would not have wanted to be the person who posed a threat to their tiny humans. There is a reason dogs have short lives. They are better beings than humans.
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Petlife
NORTHERN MISFIT
Write about a time when you felt like a misfit. Oh, let me count the ways! Have you ever felt like a misfit among your colleagues? Check! I used to leave work every day at 3:15 to get home to my dogs and running and house and hobbies. Most of the other teachers would stay to work on their classrooms or planning. They looked down on me for it because I didn't have a "conventional" family I was going home to. Does that count? Have you ever felt like a misfit among your peers? Check! How about the time when I lived in a dorm my freshman year of college, and all the girls were binging and purging except for me. Was I misfit material? Do you feel like a misfit among your family? Check! Check!! And checkmate!!! I know I qualify for this one. I could win a medal for this category. I am a single, divorced, childless female who is free thinking and doesn't belong to a religious group or political party, in a conservative, religious family. Nope, fur babies do not count in this elite group. Pretty sure I check off boxes that don't even exist yet, ha!
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Confessions
SEQUINS AND GLITTER
Long ago existed a magical world in which personal, handwritten letters arrived in the mailbox on a regular basis. Grandparents and cousins lived far away. A summertime friend lived in an exotic placed called California. Birthday, Christmas, and Easter cards were cherished treasures. Notes from classmates were delivered on crumpled up notebook paper delivered through a friend of a friend of a friend, etc. The squeaky sound of the old-fashioned mailbox being opened and closed by a mailman that walked on foot was a sound that sent a thrill up the spine. It was a race to the velvety rose petaled rug in the privacy of a girl's pink room dream, where secrets were devoured while sprawled out on the floor. Fairy tales were spun about blizzards on a grandfather's farm, or dollhouses that were played with outside by an older cousin, on a mountainous hill, in a misty bay area, or a tea party my proper grandmother was having with her best sterling silver service. The latest music, fashion, and movies were revealed from afar in California, where everything seemed to happen first before trickling over to the rocky mountains.
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Journal
BOSS MOM SUPREME
I have no idea what it is like to be a mom as I chose not to walk down that path. But I do know it can't be easy. Children do not come with owners manuals. Most moms are at a young age when they they are still trying to figure themselves out, let alone how to shape a child. I simply cannot imagine how difficult it must be to navigate all of the advice, information, and opinions that surround us on the topic of raising a child right. It must have been equal parts overwhelmingly exciting and utterly terrifying!
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Families
YOU RESCUED ME
I want to believe that the owners started out with the best of intentions. They had to consciously decide to buy a breed and puppy, and they had to spend money to care for the animal. One doesn't accidently get pregnant with a pet. Unless he was a stray who wandered into their lives, it was a deliberate decision to become pet owners. Perhaps they started off as responsible owners providing proper food, shelter, water, and love. Perhaps he had a clean, spacious pen with dog toys and bones to keep him company. However, tragically along the way in five short years, something went terribly wrong. The owners took a disturbing turn, and this dog's life was forever altered. This is the story of Roscoe the Saint Bernard from Wyoming, and his daring rescue journey to Colorado.
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Petlife
STRENGTH IN NUMBERS
Dear Us, We are two of the strongest women I know! Why it has taken me weeks to think of this, I have no idea. But that is the way inspiration and writing work. I just needed a little nudge. It came in the form of a very special someone you left behind. So here's to us during a month that honors strong women! And here's to the honored one left behind to write about two of the most beautiful women I am honored to know and carry on with their legacy.
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Humans
SPRING FORWARD
Few things come as easy to me as organizing. So when invited to write about this topic, it was like the mothership calling me home. The only challenge is narrowing down a topic of organization such as workplace, home, time, bills, cleaning schedule, life, etc. The list is endless. Friends have always said I am super organized and have called upon me for help. I have organized garages, basements, moving sales, elementary school classrooms, and small living spaces for friends over the years. A dream of mine would be "personal organizer", with personal being the key word as I would need some sort of certification to be classified as professional, and this girl is done with school!
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Lifehack
BLACK INNOVATION
Say what?? You want me to narrow this story down to just one person? This was my reaction to this month's writing challenge. The challenge is to pick a black person whom I admire that has been an innovator, inventor, or creator. The actual challenge is there are too many to choose from. Alas, the educator in me wins out yet again. I choose Bellen Woodard.
By Lisa Brasher3 years ago in Viva