#SoCS: A Yarn Too Far

Dad was good at telling long, detailed yarns about anything. Trips he and mom took. What they ate at every meal during their trips. The relatives they would visit. Their conversations. All of them. The people I didn’t know that they would visit. Stories from his days as a grocery store manager. I remember mom getting a look of frustration on her face on several occasions and then saying, “She doesn’t know who you’re talking about. Finish your story!” IRead more

Purple Socks and Burnt Toast

“If we can’t solve a problem, then all we can do is digress.” ~Malcolm Gladwell~ Haven’t we all done this in our writing? Started down one path in a story, totally coherent, and then ramble our way off course? It may be that we have a problem in trying to make sense of what we’re attempting to convey. We waver in a drunken stumble of thoughts and words. Not knowing what to do with the mess or the post aboutRead more

SoCS: The Preposition Behind a Cliff

Upon a Friday sunny I shall write concerning this stream that follows through with a prompt on behalf of Dear Linda. It’s about 6:00 pm and I am brain dead. The cats are sleeping on the bed, the laundry is spinning around, and from within my stomach growls. I need food, not prepositions. I want quiet, not wordy words. From beneath the patio, I hear the neighbors drive in. Then they drive out. I wish they would stay home, haulRead more