Lydia Stewart
Bio
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.
Stories (28/0)
- Top Story - March 2024
Stars in My PocketsTop Story - March 2024
The La-Z-boy chair was burgundy. Carefully selected to meet my mother’s needs of both comfort and stability, this chair had the added bonus of also matching the living room. There came a day when I couldn’t hug her for fear of hurting her, but I could lean into her by leaning into the chair’s cushions.
By Lydia Stewart26 days ago in Families
Marriage Interview, February 2024
I’ve been married for 4 years and 7 months, and today I was visited by a younger version of myself. She has, of course, managed to travel forward in time to find me and is astonished at the wedding ring on my finger. I don’t blame her, especially since she is asking me the questions I never got answers to. (How DOES that work?) We sat down with drinks, hot coffee for me, cool lemonade for her, and I let her ask. She was anxious and didn’t know how to ask, but since I am she, I could interpret. (Try not to think about it too much.)
By Lydia Stewartabout a month ago in Futurism
I Only Jingle When I Move
Dear mercy, girl. She does this at least once a week. She was just talking about this on the cell on the trip home, about how she really shouldn't be driving. We all knew that. But we all had to get home, and no one else could drive. Not that she would have asked us. Not that we have thumbs. Whatever.
By Lydia Stewart2 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Book Club Challenge
Mara, Daughter of the NileRunner-Up in Book Club Challenge
I came flying out of a back alley in Egypt, close to Mara's heels. Time was running short and everything was falling to pieces. I was expecting someone to jump out at us from every corner, and so was she. When she was blacking out on a palace floor, half dead, I was screaming silently from the shadows.
By Lydia Stewart7 months ago in BookClub
Reset...Reset...Reset
She woke up in her apartment, lying on the couch, arms at her sides. She opened her eyes to see a room with chairs and lamps and house plants, all grey. She sat up, swinging her feet down and off the couch. They landed silently on the floor. She stretched--though she didn't need to--yawned--though she didn't feel sleepy--and stood up. Then--where was I going? As soon as the question popped into her mind, a calm, soft voice asserted the command:
By Lydia Stewartabout a year ago in Futurism
When We Had Mooch
Mooch came to us from a rather carefree hobo-style of life. He had shown up in the little town near us and started his rounds as if he knew the place. He would begin his day at the hardware store, all 60 pounds of his big brown eyes and black Labrador smile convincing the owners to share their lunches. From there, he made his way to the grain elevator, the dairy freeze, and the furniture store where he made more friends. At the local grocer, it was guaranteed that he would arrive around the time that they were tossing out meat scraps. He was an extremely social animal; in between snacks with his human friends, he would get together with his dog friends. Due to his party-animal mentality, the town was developing a running dog pack, and concerned citizens felt like something unfortunate was just over the rise. So one day, Dad invited Mooch to come home with us in the pick-up truck. He described our acres of running space, the expected chores that went with being a farm dog, and kids to play with; Mooch accepted.
By Lydia Stewart2 years ago in Petlife
Translations of the Bible NOT Under Copyright...
I am a writer, so this information is practical for me and should be used only as a starting point for those who want to know more. This is part 2 of a series on Bible translations and copyright. Here is Part 1, Did You Know Your Bible is Under Copyright?
By Lydia Stewart2 years ago in Education