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I once had a cat Cookie was her name When I called to her She rarely came… One day I called And that was that– I no longer had a cat. A few months went by, Still filled with grief … Continue reading
When I was in elementary school I had a detective agency with my best friend, Sara. We roamed around our small town solving “crimes” and basically sticking our noses into other people’s business. I lost track of Sara when we went … Continue reading
When I was about 12 years old my family moved to a neighboring town from where I had grown up. In the house-hunting phase, I still remember with clarity one of the houses we didn’t buy. It was at … Continue reading
One of my earliest memories is of an incident that happened in my childhood. I was about 7 or 8 at the time and living on a rural road in a small community. A group of us children were playing … Continue reading
Today is the day we reveal what our theme is for the April A-Z Challenge. I got the idea for my theme after reading a book entitled, Can’t and Won’t, Stories by Lydia Davis. Some of the stories were mere sentences, a … Continue reading
Expressing her feelings as only a 2-year-old can!
It all started when I went to a fair and got my fortune from a gypsy fortune-telling machine for a quarter. The fortune said, “The onyx stone is your lucky stone.” So, I had to have one! I badgered my parents … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking about my horse-riding days when I owned Pride of Nebraska, a 16-hand quarter horse. Rich had bought some knives online recently and gave one to me–a wrangler’s knife that has a hoof pick on it. It called … Continue reading
Found a box of these crackers in the break room today–a treat someone brought in to share. Been thinking of my dad every since!