Growing Guilt

When the kids were young – or at least not in their forties, as they (sigh) are now – I was pretty consistent about feeding them. I never achieved that sort of reliability with the plant population of the house.

Steampunk Soiree

I visited another land this past weekend.

Educated Minds

Here's my latest contribution to 

       Five Sentence Fiction. 

This week's prompt is    Ruins. 

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Lillie McFerrin Writes

A half-dead fly buzzed sporadically at the spit-ball-dotted window. The khaki shade was at half mast and tapped in the frame with the early spring breeze, while the noon sun entered uninvited with each gust. One row of desks remained in alignment, a stark contrast to the rest of the room with its overturned chairs. Inside, silence, though a clock ticked and a forgotten paper fluttered; outside, raucous voices called to one another, music blared, and a siren screamed. 

The building was at last discarded, unwanted if not unneeded; the inevitable result of theories, testing, and the rejection of common sense. 

Armageddon and Nutella

         As I made my toast for breakfast this morning, I decided that perhaps Armageddon might not be such a bad thing after all.

Borrowed Spring

      This weekend my friends and I decided to leave the well-aged snow in our yards behind and go to the Boston Flower Show for an injection of spring. The smell of fresh things blooming when we walked through the doors was promising, but once we started down an aisle, the next thing we knew, it was time to shop!

Wet Women

I’ve found a rare and wonderful place, a place other than my closet where I don’t mind wearing a swim suit.

Treading the Boards

   

 When I sign on to that giant blog in the sky I will have few regrets. My life has surprised me with its variety of milestones reached, even if they were basically unplanned. I was never one of those people who at six and a half, knew that I was destined to be an actuary, or, wait - maybe a cosmetologist - and then worked unceasingly towards that one goal.

Clean As a Whistle

        

  Ten years zipped by when I wasn’t paying attention and it was that time again. We all know about the importance of scheduled colonoscopies, thanks to many celebrity endorsements and even live reporting from the scene.

Who Knew?

I was listening to a song in the car the other day and thought how interesting it is that I grew up listening to Ravi Shankar by way of the Beatles and today I’m enjoying the music of his daughter, Nora Jones.