whittling.

Pushing the mower

Standing at the sink

Nursing the baby

Oh!

Run for my notebook

Scribble a few lines.

Returning later

Word dump.

Later still

What a mess.

Hacksaw.

Moving lines

Beginning to end

Middle deleted.

Sleep on it

Another word dump.

Smooth the edges with fine grit.

More sleep.

Return of the hacksaw.

Pruning shears

Those funny scissors the hairdresser uses

To take away bulk.

Carving words.

Find the middle

End to beginning

Save.

 

 

 

*using the Write Alm prompt, fluid.

I have been editing for two weeks. Nothing makes you understand the properties of fluids more than editing your work.

 

how i talk to my preteen son about guns.

The man that taught me Marine mantras

Also

Gave me these gifts:

Under every circumstance

Taking a human life is a

Crime against humanity.

Don’t ever get fooled in to

Thinking

It is not.

And

Hand guns

Are for killing.

Don’t ever get fooled in to

Thinking

They are not.

 

When I was a few years older than my eldest

I was taken to a gun show.

Confederate flags

And

Nazi paraphernalia.

Another moment

I stood inside a small room

Filled

With automatic weapons

My skin and soul

Crawling from the room

I waited in the car.

Maybe these were gifts too.

 

So, my son, I say

Guns are for killing,

People are for loving,

Life is for living.

 

 

*using the Write Alm prompt today

remember

 

 

 

 

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mama things.

It’s the last Friday before lessons

And we finally get the hang of summer.

Happens every year.

Today

Baby will hang out on is Mama shaped sofa,

Fort building will continue

And

Laundry will be tamed.

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a little fake ice cream recipe for when we NEED ice cream but I just can’t face squishing everyone in to the car 

frozen peaches

milk

heavy cream

dollop of honey

blender

mix

=

peachy cream shakes

head over to

Sense of Story 

today for my Mama style mad libs.

We are still accepting submissions for

Sense of the Individual!

photos, drawings, writings, etc.