Tuesday, October 21, 2014


          Do I like orange?  What’s not to like?  It is warm, vibrant, exciting, and fun!  Would I wear it?  Well, hell no.  There are some colors that are just not done by fat folks like me. It is not in my wardrobe color wheel.   I would look like a walking talking pumpkin patch, and that is just plain scary to old and young people alike.  I will admit I do have a long sleeve orange shirt that I bought to go with a Halloween vest.  It looks nice together.  Luckily for the population at large, I rarely pull that bad boy out of the closet.   How flipping embarrassing it would be to be walking down the street and have some kid with a blanket pointing me out to a bald kid.  “Look! There goes the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!”

     While I have my reservations about wearing orange in public, I have absolutely no problem splashing it all over my kitchen walls.  Last spring I was delighted when my husband and I painted the kitchen a brilliant orange.  Coupled with red curtains, it kind of shouts “Hello!” when you walk in the room.  I LOVE IT!   Simply love it.  It looks like the kitchen is on fire and gives another great excuse why the fire alarm is constantly going off out there.  I simply hate that damn thing.  I love to cook, and I am good at it.  One of the few things that I am good at, I must admit, but every single time I cook that damn thing goes off!  BEEP! BEEP!  BEEP!  God help us all if there was a real fire because everyone just assumes I am cooking when they hear it and go about their business.  

           If you have been a frequent flyer here at my blog lately you have noticed art, haiku, and some fiction.  If you have been paying attention you have also noticed the posts are few and far between.  WHY??  Well hells bells.   It should be obvious to all.   After receiving a “love letter” from one of the editors at the Yeah Write site about one of my submissions, and count them 5 flipping years of writing whatever pops into my frazzled brain and a blend of fiction and haiku, I have finally been convinced that I completely suck as a writer.  They actually call their rejection letters “LOVE” letters!  Why don’t we call them what they are?  Can we say “HATE” mail?  Anyways, instead of encouraging improving, that one letter encouraged me to hang it up.

       Let’s face it.  I am NEVER going to write a 
book.  I never aspired too.  It was never in the plan.  Writing simply gave me something to do during the long lonely hours while the kids were at school and my husband was on the road.  Writing served me well in that regard.  And it was fun, until it wasn’t anymore.  Not long after that email, writing became a noose around my neck slowly sucking my will to live.

         With that said, my art became my salvation….again.  I have always been an artist at heart.  It is what makes my heart sing.  It makes me happy.  I am a talker.  If we met in person, I would talk your fool head off because I can.  I giggle…a lot.  Yes I do.  So to say my aura is orange a lot of the time; because I can be quite a happy little thing, would be a true statement.  I like to have fun…and honestly writing fiction is no longer fun and I don't have any good ideas rolling around in my noggin, which would help! If I ever get one, you could still see some fiction here.  I am not ruling it completely out.  Bottom line, being ME is fun.  So I am going to be doing just that on this blog from here on out.  I will be writing what makes me happy, and whoever doesn’t like it can kiss ole Whoville!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014


     She nodded acknowledgement as I took my seat.  Momentarily, the sign flashed.  The engines fired. She tightened her seat belt. 

     “Oh Jesus!!” she prayed.

     Unleashing her death grip on the arm rest, she frantically grabbed a vomit bag as the airplane ascended. 

Pug Zentangle

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Drum Haiku

Harmonious beats

Pounding driving pulsating

Throbbing percussion

Inspired by the prompt at

Friday, October 10, 2014

The Festival

55 on Friday #WriteTribe
Photo by Vidya Sury

     As organizer of the festival, I meticulously planned the exciting entertainment and approved a variety of craft and food vendors to offer their wares.  

     Everything ran like clockwork until Charlie become sick.  God help me!  Now, I must overcome my fear of heights to take his place.  Dressed colorfully, I must parade around on stilts! 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Favorite Autumn Treat Haiku

Creamy pumpkin pie

Adorned with whipped cream dollops

Decadent flavor

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Night on the Town

  Sadie considered her image.

Your skirt is too short.

Your boobs are showing!

Too much makeup Missy, you look like a slut.

 Don’t you DARE leave looking like that!

You look available for sex. 

You are NOT available! 


 She smirked wickedly.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Unforgivable Sins

      I tried to forgive them.  I really did, but some things in life are simply unforgivable.  I loved Caleb, and my best friend Aubrey knew it.  She knew that Caleb was the best thing that had ever happened to me.  He lit up my world.  He was my first true love.

      When Caleb asked me to marry him that fall day at the depot, I said yes without batting an eye.  We celebrated by having mind blowing, earth shattering sex right there and toasting our happiness in the afterglow with a chilled bottle of wine. 

          Aubrey seemed more than willing to celebrate with me and help plan the wedding.  She was to be my maid of honor.  A week after Caleb’s proposal, Aubrey met Steve and it seemed that she had found happiness too.  Everything appeared perfect.  Caleb and Steve became best buddies and inseparable.  Soon the four of us seemed to always be together.  I don’t know at what point I started doing more of the wedding planning alone, but it happened.  It was such a busy time.  I was so blissfully happy and obviously blind.  The day of the rehearsal dinner all three of them disappeared.  No one had seen or heard from any of them since the night before.

      Naturally I went looking for them at the depot.  It is where we always hung out.  Caleb and Steve had been helping the owners renovate it so naturally I assumed they would be there.  I hadn’t planned on finding my future husband and Steve engaged in sex with my best friend nude and drunk as a skunk watching.  It was a rude awakening to discover that my soon to be husband was not only bi-sexual but perhaps preferred Steve to me.  It was the ultimate betrayal!

       Stunned and appalled, I was sickened by my discovery.  Anguished, I rushed to my car and drove.  I don’t even remember where I went or what I did exactly, but I do remember going back.    The events of that day are still surreal to me.    I was distraught and in shock, shocked even more to find Daddy’s gun in my purse later.  I simply cleaned it, and put it back where it belonged, no harm done.   The next day, I feigned surprise when not one of the merry threesome was at the church.  Coolly I donned sequins, lace, and an obnoxious amount of satin and waited expectantly for the organist to strike up the wedding march.

        I didn’t have to wait long.  They had been found.  The police arrived at the church and broke the news of the homicide scene they had discovered at the depot upon extinguishing the fiery inferno that had demolished the place.   The revelation put an abrupt halt to my impending wedding.   I produced the required shock, hysterics, and tears.  My dear father, the minister, asked the entire congregation to envelop me with love, prayers, and the goodness of the mighty Jesus as I cried my eyes out.    After all, I was the congregation’s darling.  They had watched me grow up, and in this one horse town, the church community protected their own in everything.    Forgiveness from all sin could be found with Jesus.  Everyone knew that. 

       Looking at an old photo of the depot years later, I reminisced.     I could have tried to forgive them, but forgiveness has never been my forte. I have often wondered which sin was greater, mine, theirs, are all those well-meaning folks who did everything in their power to look the other way and cover it up.   At any rate, vengeance was sweet.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Sky Haiku


celestial sphere
kaleidoscopic colors
heavenly abyss
Inspired by the prompt at

Sunday, October 5, 2014

A War of Change


           During the 2012 season, Brian Kelly led his Fighting Irish of Notre Dame football team all the way to the championship game against the Alabama Crimson Tide.  That amazing season was marked by a YouTube “Fire Up” video with pictures of their journey accompanied by a song that I will associate with fall and Notre Dame Football forever after.

       While contemplating the music that most reminds me of fall, “War of Change” performed by Thousand Foot Krutch instantly came to mind.  After all with the trees adorning the majestic colors of fall, preparing for their ultimate descent, and the oncoming winter, the song’s lyrics and driving forceful beat are the epitome of the season change that transforms the world outside from summer greens to the rich red, orange, and gold of fall, to the bared branches of winter, to the ultimate rebirth of spring.   The song captures the sizzle and vibrancy of fall and brings the season to life for me.  After all, life is all about change.  Nothing ever stays the same.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

The Sounds of Autumn

      There is nothing like sliding in at the last minute!  As of yesterday I decided to take the NaBloPoMo challenge and blog every day through the month of October!

   My favorite sounds of Autumn include the crackle of a bonfire, the sounds of the Concord Marching Minutemen practicing at the high school, and the roar of an enthusiastic crowd cheering on the home team on the nights the football team plays.   Of course it wouldn’t be autumn without the enthusiastic screaming and cheering on Saturday afternoons that can be heard at my house while we watch the Notre Dame Football game.   It simply wouldn’t be Autumn without the enthusiastic chants of “Here come the Irish” followed by the exuberant strands of the fight song blaring after every Irish score.

        You can feel the excitement in the air.  It is electric.  You can almost hear the sizzle!  Football, fight songs, and cheering crowds…it is what Autumn is all about!


Friday, October 3, 2014

Home Haiku

my sanctuary

my refuge and hide away

where my heart resides