The little squirrel was sitting in the middle of the road. I saw him when I stopped at the red light. His head rotated back and forth. Which way to go? Should he dash in front of my vehicle? Should he return to the sidewalk? How had he gotten himself into this perilous situation? What […]
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Decorating a story tree for Christmas is an annual tradition for my nephew’s family. Every ornament placed on the tree has a story. They always begin with two gray felt mice dressed as a bride and groom. Kristen begins by saying “Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl. And they fell
Hank had been up early. He packed his clothes in a pillowcase and rushed outside, eager to get the Tin Lizzie on the road. Scout had barked a welcome and followed him as he ran around the car. The tools and extra gas in the trunk got a passing glance. There was a funny smell
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I belong to a writing group based in New York. Last Saturday I was given a challenge to write as if I were a grieving artist who was seeking healing through accessing a past life of someone who was connected to the sea in some way. I had 45 minutes to write. I chose to
“Um. . . Do you give autographs?” I had just finished my Golden Tales of California storytelling program. The fourth-grade students were lined up to return to their classrooms when one boy slipped out of line to ask me that question. “Yes, if it’s all right with your teacher.” “I’ll get a paper and come
I lean against the wall,Balancing myselfAs I aim my footInto my shoe. And in that momentI see myselfAs others see me: Old Graying hair Frail Struggling to kneel And stand back up again Holding the railing As I slowly ascend or descend The stairs Needing a supporting hand As
I stood at his door, a bag of goodies in one hand and a Woman’s World magazine in the other. “Here,” I said. “I think you should read this.” Steven reached out and took the magazine from my hand and scanned the short article. “You’re famous,” he said. I shook my head. “No, you are.”
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Fluffy Yellow Bath TowelsHer shelves were full of small, worn bath towels.I gave her large fluffy yellow towels, the kind I love to use. When next I visited her shelves were full of thin, worn bath towels, the yellow towels absent from her shelves and my memory.
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The road ahead vanished into the fog. Darkness closed in around us, isolating the car in a world of gray. The white line on the center of the pavement was our lifeline to safety. The headlights tried, but they could not penetrate the darkness. The side of the road, the trees, the road signs that
The images were different. They were pen and ink drawings, black silhouettes or very colorful and fancy drawings, but it was clear that they were images of the same bird—the Sankofa bird. The feet faced forward, the head was turned backward, and it held a small ball in its beak. The Sankofa bird has direct
