Easter Ellen

You judge that this man’s barely sane Very haughtily you sneer with disdain You raise your nose to this rube He’s no more than a boob Yet he is the one...

There was an old hag named suspicious Who really could be quite malicious She rants and she raves With the trouble she craves She can only be seen as seditious

I wrote a short story this week (Streams of Happiness) to a prompt where a child found something magic. The story and the poll can be found at TipsyLit Prompted. Please...

I continue walking after reading it. Tears are streaming down my face. “God, how can I help?” A suicide note from a girl. No address, no name. Fresh paper, maybe there’s time....

I’d like to say that my grandmother was not a wicked witch (although very stern, indeed). This was a fun challenge from Tipsy Lit Prompted.  495 words. Streams of Happiness It was...

  The writing challenge this week was to write a post from a list and turn the list into a story or an article. I opted with the 14th option as...

I had been trying desperately to lose 20 pounds since my last baby. I’d bought Pilates videos, aerobics videos and a set of light weights that I strapped around my ankles...