The Christmas Party

“Who would dress like that?!” Brad immediately regretted the outburst, but having just stepped into the warmth and wiping the wintry slush from his eyes, he was taken off guard. Loretta Vox stood, back to the doorway, a looming presence in black, save for the glitter of a tiara in her upswept hair and a […]

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Hey Red!

For Bird Weekly challenge, sponsored by Our Eyes Open

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VJ’s Weekly Challenge #124: embarrassing moments

Assigned to teach Civics, a dry subject in itself, I looked for ways to keep the class engaged. One day we were examining the language of some bill or another (can’t remember which) and in order to break the painful disinterest, I decided to read it out loud in my best imitation of the Queen […]

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Warrior Child

“I am Bwana! Wild woman of the Amazon!” This the declaration of my 5-year-old self, who left to her own devices, would wander the nearby woods for hours each day, living like a feral child. No idea where the “bwana” came from, and pretty sure I did not know what the Amazon was, but such […]

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Too Close?

For Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: closeup or macro.

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VJ’s Weekly Challenge #123: warrior

That’s my warrior self. (Well, one of them.). Now tell me about yours. Looking forward to these responses. To participate, create a post and leave a link, or comment below. All welcome.

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The Call That Never Happened

I called you.That one time.Poured my heart out…such despair. I called you.You weren’t there.Left a message –garbled wordsrushed to beatinevitable beep. Regret immediatethen panicineradicable the outpouring of a lonely heartfantasizing. I called you.You didn’t answer.You never called back. Thank you for that. *** This week, I challenged us to think about phone calls that changed […]

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VJ’s Weekly Challenge #122: the phone call

“Do you have time to talk?” Sweet of her to ask, my 93-year-old mother. Of course I have time.“What’s up Mom?”“I’ve been thinking that before I die, I should call Karen. What do you think?” I draw a blank. “Who is Karen?”“Reg’s other daughter – she doesn’t know he was her Dad, and well, since […]

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Intimacy without Boundaries

The thing about my mother and I is that the intimacy has not always been healthy. The roles have mostly been reversed from the first meltdown that I witnessed at age five to the second when I was just twelve and then again when I was fifteen. I don’t know where Mom went in those […]

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