The Golden Age of Childhood

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Golden Age.” Given a choice of one stage of my lifetime to last indefinitely, I would choose to be a child in the Golden Age of childhood— which I will define roughly as the period of elementary school, ages about five to eleven. These children are interested in almost everything, and are impressed with the enormity of … Continue reading The Golden Age of Childhood

Tinkering with my Blog Theme–Again.

I love working on my Blog.  It’s fun, relatively easy (compared to climbing a huge mountain, or understanding Einstein’s Theory of Relativity, or even cutting an even edge with a power saw,) and endlessly rewarding in creating something unique to offer my deathless prose…well gosh, that’s my point…my words will be out there bouncing around in cyberspace forever. Since my first WordPress theme, long ago…maybe … Continue reading Tinkering with my Blog Theme–Again.

What’s in a Title? Is a Hibiscus Flower too much? (posting misadventures)

Originally posted on SOMETIMES:
Experience tells me that once an error is made, it is often better to just let it go. There is an old secretary’s saying that once you mess up on handling an important message for the boss you will keep making it worse with each new contact. So I’ll try again to explain the title of my blog. Actually the title… Continue reading What’s in a Title? Is a Hibiscus Flower too much? (posting misadventures)

I am Who I am, no matter how hard I try to be someone else

Yep, here I am in Blogging101 again.  This time my intentions are good, but that is normal…and we all know what they say about good intentions. It occurred to me once when I was embarking upon a “reality trip” to Mexico, that I would soon be meeting a whole new group of people who had never heard of me before.    “This is my chance,”  I … Continue reading I am Who I am, no matter how hard I try to be someone else

A story involving a dog named Bob…

 A Tall Tale, told in jest, on a sort of a “dare.”   The mail carrier arrives in her little truck about one p.m.   We have a big mailbox, which will hold good-sized packages along with lots of regular mail, which sits out by the road.  Except for watching on-coming traffic, which I avoid by standing behind and to the side of the box. Sometimes our … Continue reading A story involving a dog named Bob…

…and they lived Happily Ever-After?

(Daily Prompt: living happily forever.) When the beautiful Princess meets the handsome (and rich) Prince at the end of the fairy tale, and the author tells us that “they lived happily forever after,” the notion is at least implied that the author has taken us along the barbed and beautiful path winding through the story until… The End. That’s it…the end of the story.    Anyone … Continue reading …and they lived Happily Ever-After?