Hello and happy friday! I am joining up, once again, this week with Kate and the collection of talented contributing writers for Five Minute Friday. This is the practice where Kate throws out a one-word-prompt and we creatively (and unedited) free write for five solid minutes and then link up to share with others. This week’s prompt is Thirteen… I […]
Friday has come back around and you can once again find me joining the fiveminutefriday linkup, as well each share our creative endeavors centering around this week’s word prompt: DONE. What’s done is done, until it isn’t… Until that very thing with which your desperate, worn and weary heart sought completion in, becomes the one thing leaving you undone. Being […]
This year of letting go has been brutal. I am left raw and bleeding, stripped away layers of love, of life, of skin and laid ready for something new. The new is hard, terrifying… I love the old, the old like you. When I knew, to my core, that this year would be the one for letting go, I feared […]
On Fridays I often join a tribe of internet writers as we journey through a prompt given to us by the lovely Kate over at Five Minute Friday… I enjoy the challenge, the writing exercise and, ultimately, the talent and depth within this little writing community. If you have time, you should hop over to the linkup and read some […]
I stir the ice cream, there in that bowl. Over and over, spoon to side, and back again. The grinding sound is creating the milky masterpiece that I love so much. Often the act begins with scoops of Cookies & Cream, the one which will remain a lifelong favorite. Most often though, they consist of French Vanilla, what I remember to be your favorite and a flavor I simply cannot stand. The grinding, noise of metal spoon against glass, annoys you. This isn’t why I love to do it, but it doesn’t seem to deter me from my mission either. As long as I can make that ice cream last, fading from firm scoop to sweet cream, the more of a victory I seem to feel I have won… I never questioned why, or why I stopped playing with the treat once I no longer lived under that roof. Have I ever done that as an adult? I’ll have to ask my husband. If I have, it was more from habit than intent. As a girl, it was deliberate- thought out. It took serious concentration and thought, and I was committed to the act as if humanity’s survival depended on it… Whenever something prompts me to reflect on my childhood, and the sorts of things I loved, liked and found interesting, that silly little ice cream habit is always towards the top of my list. I would shrug it off […]
