I’m full to capacity from working on a major, long piece of writing. Only flashes of poetry and sketches of words with no goals are allowed on today’s word diet. When I finally slowed down enough, and emptied myself of distraction, this is what I saw: Joe in his camouflaged overalls and wool hat, coming […]
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Archive for the ‘Sunday Scribblings’ Category
Gonna take a sentimental journey … Gonna set my heart at ease … Gonna make a sentimental journey … To renew old memories … ~ lyrics from Sentimental Journey, made famous by Doris Day in 1944 He was whistling along to the 1940’s music playing on the car tape player. I was sitting next to […]
Bonsai poetry clipped to the root A flower for the muse Post notes: This weekend’s Sunday Scribblings’ prompt, “Passion,” caused this to bloom. Another poem about passion is HERE. The photo of the rose was taken by my blogging friend Naomi Caryl.
Suddenly awake in the middle of the night, a resounding thought comes to mind: Now I know how easy it was for Heath Ledger to accidentally kill himself. Granted I was only juggling aspirin, vitamin C, and herbal sleep aid supplements for my flu symptoms, but it was pitch dark, I was groggy, and I […]
Whenever I look in my fridge, I think about The Newlywed Game and Bob Eubanks. Eubanks, the host of the 1960’s game show, asked contestants questions and couples had to guess what their mates said. There was one question I’ve never forgotten: What’s the oldest thing in your fridge? At the time I was a […]
1. After my first marriage broke up, I rented a big house on Route 8 in Floyd and took in a few roommates. During this time, a very nice guy came knocking at the door one day to see me. But the attention made me feel awkward. Guy: Do you want to go out to […]
My friend Luke says I dance like a pollinating bee going for nectar. I dance like I write poetry, freestyle. Sometimes I dance outside the box. With my eyes closed, I may step on your feet. I need room to spin. I’d much rather dance at a wedding reception than catch the bouquet or eat […]
My feet is my only carriage, so I’ve got to push on through. ~ Bob Marley The following is a Sunday Scribblings prompt, scribbled in my notebook while sitting on the porch soaking up the last of the yesterday’s sun. My hand is walking across the page. It gets more exercise than my legs these […]
My pocketbook is not a purse. Where I come from a purse is a small handbag that you take to a formal event, like a prom. A pocketbook is more substantial. And mine says something about my personality as a survivalist with security issues who likes to be prepared because I never know if I […]
I was trying to figure out where I could go to get away from what the doctor was telling me. I wondered why he hadn’t taken me to a private room to give me such devastating news. Dan only had a 2% chance of living; they weren’t going to perform liver transplant surgery with those […]
I love that life is stranger than fiction and that it gives me some good stories to tell, which is why when I saw that the Sunday Scribbling prompt for this weekend was on jobs, I decided to write about my most unusual job. It wasn’t a job that paid much money or furthered a […]
Hello my name is Colleen and I’m wearing a white wrist band with blue stars on it. It’s funny how a wristband can either mean that you probably had some fun last night or that you have recently been in the hospital. I got my first manicure on Friday. It was for a story I’m […]
It’s not a serious collection. Not like my seashells, which are spread out all over the house, collecting dust in the corners of my attic, and stuffed into plastic bags in junk drawers next to thumb tacks, screwdrivers, calculators, and old keys. I don’t think of myself as a person with a collector’s personality. I […]
The secret to writing a book? I think it’s this: Take good notes and write often enough that it starts to accumulate. ~ Colleen, from The Jim and Dan Stories As a writer, the most important discipline I’ve learned is to take notes when the dictation of writing begins. I drop everything, resort to writing […]
The only physical thing I have left from my childhood, other than photographs, is a pink ponytail diary with the lock broken off. Everything else was left in my closet and burned to the ground with the rest of our house when it was taken by the town through eminent domain. I was ten years […]
I’m working this weekend, providing respite foster care for a man with developmental disabilities, and so I wasn’t planning to do my regular Sunday Scribblings. But then, while stealing some time on the computer as my friend was listening to his weather radio, I found myself reading a blog post that gave me goose bumps. […]
Rarely do they give yes or no answers. The answers are more like sun or moon. Post Note: Sometimes I go to the oracle for big picture feedback. Other decisions, like whether or not to play Sunday Scribblings this weekend, are easier to make. Read more entries created from the prompt “decisions” HERE.
Hold on to your hat and Click HERE for my video contribution to the Sunday Scribblings subject of HAIR starring me and my sister Sherry.