_ Christmas is a season the I let my creativity blossom. The seasons of spices and sweet fragrant smells. _
_ My husband comes marching in the house, with snow tumbling down his shoulders like an avalanche . “Look,look what I found.” . In his hands he is carrying a box awkwardly into kitchen. “ Black Fridays best hit in my opinion .” _
_ Now I can take this beautiful machine and turn...
There is nothing more joyful than having a grandchild. Do you know how hard it is to sit in a lunch room and see all those photographs. It is so difficult to be intrested in the same stories over and over. Different names and different days are the only changes.
But today it is my story they have to listen too. I anxiously wait at our usual table in the break room. Today will be a great day...
Today you smile at the deeds you were able to get away with.
The smell of the child still on you hands.
The cold was gone as a white wave came over her. The smell of the dirt and rotting leaves had faded. The child did not recognize what stood before her but the smell was familiar. The warm smell of tortilla cooking on her Grandmother’s stove and cinnamon.
Come with me my love I will...
Have you ever been lost. Not just being seperated from the group, lost. You can’t see the sun to get orentated and at this point you have turned and twisted every way.
Here of all places in the swamps of Oklahoma. Yes apperently Oklahoma has at least one swamp. What makes this so terrible is all the story’s that live in these woodyswamps.
As night approaches I see a dark figure behind a tree ...
Odie heard a quiet chirp. Familiar but not quite a real chirp , or was It.
Hello there said a small voice .
I must be going insane. I have to be. Why would I be seeing a little green and brown bug in a vest.
Exscuse me, I am lost. Can you please tell me where I am at. One minute I was sitting on a lovely clover, and the next minute I was soaring in the wind.
Jiminy I am going...
I think I would like to tell a story about a girl named Odessa. Odessa loves to read. Odessa loves her movies. Odessa loves her voluptuous self. Odessa can’t shut the fuck up .
On a Thursday she is 3 minutes from her ride to Louie’s house. But It really doesn’t matter, the horn has been blowing for at least 7 minutes. Louie is livid
Odie what the hell is going on ? I am waiting here and no...
My first memories with my sister was cold and burning pain. I wanted to cry out, but for some reason I would not. Maybe by instinct or fear. the sound exploted in my mind yet I could not realease it. I do not know how long time stood still, but slowly I became more aware of the sounds out side of my brain A rhythmic sound that didn’t quite feel right. yet I knew it well . Rain thats what I...