Lydia Stewart
Lydia is a freelance copywriter and playwright, watercolorist and gardener living in Michigan. She loves to collaborate with writer friends, one of whom she married. Her inspirations come from all of these interests and relationships.
Brown Paper Package, Tied Up with String
Of all the wedding presents that Shayleen and Max received for their big day, the one that stood out was the one that wasn't wrapped in gold and white and glitter. There wasn't any indication who gave it. No one could remember who brought it and they almost missed it when they were opening their gifts after their honeymoon, their living room piled high with tissue paper, gaudy gift bags, and colored ribbons.
Lydia StewartPublished 3 days ago in MarriageHow Chocolate Kills
Seydou rolled over on his mat and stretched; his back hurt. It always hurt, and it was hard to get comfortable on the dirt floor. Not that he knew any different; he had always slept on a mat on the ground.
Lydia StewartPublished 8 days ago in CriminalThe Importance of a Barncat
Wren’s brother came in from feeding the cattle holding his arm at a funny angle, away from his body, as if his elbow hurt him. Even as she opened her mouth to ask, he put a finger to his lips. “I brought you something,” he spoke quietly, then grimaced. “But I’m going to need help. He’s nervous. Here, hold my sleeve shut.”
Lydia StewartPublished 15 days ago in PetlifeA Wake in Winter
It was cold, unmercifully windy, and Wren wasn’t wearing the right kind of coat to combat the weather, but outside was preferable to inside. Inside was warm and stuffy with twenty-five people crammed into the too-small house, all with red eyes, giving hugs every time she turned around, and talking in low voices. The candles dimly lit the living room filled with chairs and the smell of many casseroles hung heavy in the air. There wasn’t a single place to be alone that didn’t reek of too much sympathy and over-warmed pot roast.
Lydia StewartPublished 15 days ago in HumansSecond Place in Travel Cuisine Challenge
Cold Feet, Hot Tea
We were a small acting troupe from the US that would be touring and performing in the UK for two months as part of college credit. The previous six months had been spent planning, raising funds, acquiring a small bus via friends (which we named Connie), memorizing and rehearsing, and figuring out how to pack the one suitcase we were allowed. Speaking for myself, food had not exactly occurred to me. I didn’t know that I would be introduced to a life-long comfort food.
Lydia StewartPublished 17 days ago in Wander
