Pin ItDo you all remember the days before children? Before the days of stepping on random bits of food and legos? Before the days of preschool drop offs, daily lunch duty and cleaning up after the poop factories that are your children? Considering my oldest is just over 4 years, the memories haven’t yet faded….
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Working on my rewrite
Pin ItIn an effort to WRITE, I’ve been digging through my draft folder, hunting for prompts. ANYTHING of inspiration. And rather than writing a post about poop, I thought I share this. Turn up your speakers because the instrumentals on this is amazing. Bookmark on Delicious Digg this post Recommend on Facebook share via Reddit…
Sweet summer memories
Pin ItHe had the biggest, warmest brown eyes I had ever seen. Skin the color of sweet chocolate, a wide white smile that lit up his entire face. And the softest, most tender, full lips. Isaiah was the new boy in town. And a bad one at that. He was a resident at a home…
Scarred
Pin ItAnd now for some fiction! I’m linking up with the talent at Write On Edge. My response to this prompt: You have 450 words to write a fiction or creative non-fiction piece about the forbidden or the taboo. She was born the fourth child to parents ill prepared for the job their lust handed…
Eating my words.
Pin ItThe beautiful (read girlcrush) and honest San Diego Momma prompted us to write a response to:  What’s the one thing you’ve always wanted to tell someone but never had? I pondered, and daydreamed and navel dug and then heard this: “Hey fatmouth? When do you EVER bite your tongue?” Man, that inner voice is…
Sleep Walking
Pin ItHer ears strain to hear over the whirl of the furnace. Was it a cry, or were the cats at it again? Reaching for her tattered robe she bites her lip, stubbing her bruised toe on the  forgotten toy in her path. She holds her breath beside his crib. He had been sick, fever,…
