I live in a seaside New England village and am trying to become the writer I always wanted to be. I focus on writing short stories and personal essays and I hope you enjoy my efforts. Likes and tips are very encouraging.
My Brush With Athletic Greatness
I should start off by saying that I am phenomenally uncoordinated. At the age of five, I was drummed out of my ballet/tap class by the stern but kind teacher who said, “I’m afraid there’s not much we can do with her,” to my mother right in front of me as she refunded the not unsizable tuition.
2nd Prize is Four Nights
We went to the annual volunteer fire department fundraiser as we always do, and as we always do, we bought twenty dollars worth of $1.00 raffle tickets. The ticket collection boxes for the various prizes were laid out along a long table, and as was the case in previous years, we had no desire to win any of the items on display.
My Cat Ernie
A co-worker of my husband happened to have some kittens that were ready to be re-homed, so we went to take a look, after reminding ourselves that it was a many year commitment and we shouldn’t just jump at the first kitten to tap our face with a velvety paw. Ten minutes later, after being tapped by his velvety paw, we left with a a small gray kitten.
Was the cat limping? Since Circe was a rotund Maine Coon who waddled all the time anyway, Stelle was unsure. It seemed to her that the tubby feline was listing to one side and putting less weight on her right front paw as she made her way into the kitchen.