Heartbeat, erratic as drops of rain on the windows in the gloomy pre-dawn light, fingers tapping a beat on the blanket, she was unsure if they tried to follow the rain or tripped after her heart. There seemed a pattern, in a second it was gone. Heart made sense, then rain, as the sense melted.… Read More Flash Fiction – Erratic
Musings on Super Heroes and Manic Stuff The power of the manic mind is that it moves so fast that it leaves societies’ restrictions, eating dust, breaking the barriers of inhibition, and laughing at the shockwave in its wake…the possibilities are astounding. Imagine it a dog free of its leash..running away without care until it… Read More Superheroes, Dogs and Shockwaves
To Stand Up and to Make a Difference. I thought that time was a long time ago and isn’t that what we should be doing all the time? Eh.. well we could go there or we can go on and I think the time has come to move on from things we have not accomplished in… Read More The Time has Come the Walrus Said…
How many different kinds of love are there? You think many from growing up when you were told at every turn, typically after questioning why you felt the same way about your Great Aunt Gertie as you did your favorite stuffed animal? Or why mommy and daddy kissed but you weren’t supposed to kiss your brother/sister/cousin/insert relative… Read More Love is Love..
It’s kind of a special day today here at Running Naked With Scissors HQ… I feel like I should throw some glitter or, get a brass band …something to make it a bit festive, party like. I think anyways. I am not really sure if this is a good thing or the beginning of really… Read More My Mean Streak and a Little Mischieveous Retribution
Last Year; Ah the promise that title holds. especially if you are a struggling single mom and if you are a newbie to singledom with offspring, you may have clicked on it hoping to have the magic answer to your questions and not have to reinvent the wheel of surviving while the kids are out… Read More A Single Mom’s (ok, Dad’s too) Summer Survival Guide Part 2; Now What?
It’s hard to imagine I was waiting for this day¹ to come, or how profound of a change I would feel when it did. I had no idea the turmoil and confusion was only to be able to get to this day and emerge from where I have been, ready to get on with where I shall… Read More Free Spirit
Last year, my daughter Lauren and I started on a project together to see how each of us would interpret the same creative prompts in Wreck This Journal. you can read what this is about HERE. It has been an interesting task to say the least, full of stops and starts and Lauren has so… Read More Wreck This Journal – This Page is a Sign
A Long Trip Alone that was our song and we decided to make it together We forged out a life planned to be man & wife but you left me alone forever Pillow talk of being old the memories we’d make gold we lived and loved with fervor The horizon was where we’d… Read More Romantic Monday Horizon View; The Long Trip
Often when I am writing and the subject of being not right in the head comes up, I will be happily clacking along the key board, tap tap tap tap tappity tap tap …tap …t..a..p and am stopped short by the fact I am in a place where I am not happy to be. It… Read More Call me Crazy, No, Really…
Another year and I wonder why you won’t be here again Another new beginning to time another milestone, another end. Longer without you as days go by. Still I ache like there were more a few New Years Nights Together
Oh here is a little treat for all of you Because you had to know that I would not let the Holiday have only one moment with my favorite little Veggies You knew that right? Holiday Mental Moment… the Tenth
Ohhh I can feel it! The excitement, the anticipation… Tomorrow night is the big night for children everywhere. Tomorrow night , they will do whatever their families do on Christmas Eve, get together with friends, go to church, could be a whole number of activities. Then, when it’s time for them to go to bed,… Read More I Believe in Santa The Ninth Holiday Mental Moment