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On a quest to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I enjoy conversation with good friends over a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. If I could be anywhere on earth, I'd choose to be on the beach, in the moonlight, with my feet buried in sand up to my ankles.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

The Wild Child Cometh

I never thought I’d be raising my sister’s child, but there I was at 3:00 AM holding her screaming daughter. I had no idea how hard this would be. I took two weeks off work to find childcare and try to get a handle on this mothering thing. Three and ½ year old Wild Child arrived with few clothes and toys and enough losses to last a lifetime. Friends gave me a baby shower, Wild Child opened the gifts. We received clothes, books, toys and most off all the love and support of people who cared.  “That's why it meant so much...

This story is brought to you as part of Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus.  Each week she provides a prompt (in bold above) and participants write a story around that prompt of no more than 100 words.  Visit Jenny's site for more details and read this week's awesome posts.

Friday, July 30, 2010

When the Wheels Fell Off - Flash 55

It's that time again for G-Man's Flash 55 Challenge.  Write a story, idea or prose  in exactly 55 words.  Mine is below, and you can check out the other great posts by visiting his site, Mr Know it all.  The blog adresses are in the comments.

Driving 80 MPH down a freeway in Utah in a snow storm, I was planning my death. Pills, or a car crash were appealing, but I was not alone in the car, and I refused to take the people I loved with me. As long as I was dead by morning, I could wait awhile longer.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


Why are stop signs red? What has the color of passion and power and pizzazz to do with stopping? It screams full steam ahead. Wear the red power tie to the job interview for confidence. Shake your bootie in the clingy red dress at the night club. Be careful around those red headed people, they tend to have short tempers according to the stereotypes. Look out, that fire is red hot! Blood, the ever flowing stuff of life turns red as soon as it hits the air. Red wine startles your taste buds, then leaves them begging for more. Give a red rose to the object of your desire, the one who takes your breath away. Notice me, touch me, hear me, taste me cries red. Ignore the danger, I’m worth it. Definitely do not stop.

This is the first week of  Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday Rainbow Summer School.  Visit her site for more great posts on the color red.

Saturday, July 24, 2010


Driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read "Medford 27 miles."

Derrick and I had been high school sweethearts with the hopeful teenage dream of being together forever. One careless moment changed everything, and the weight of keeping it secret drove us apart, first to different colleges in different states, then to different worlds. He took over his father’s architecture firm in Portland, and I opened an art studio in Sacramento. 20 years and a failed marriage later, I’m 27 miles from seeing him again. This High School Reunion might be our last chance to deal with our shared guilt and move past it. Maybe even rekindle an old teenage dream.

The previous story is part of Saturday Centus, brought to you by Jenny Matlock.  Jenny provides the writing prompt (the text in bold) and particpants finish the story - in 100 words or less.  I hope you enjoyed my story, and that you'll visit Jenny's site for more fun conclusions.

Friday, July 23, 2010


I hear them whispering in the hallway. They’re talking about me. I’m the one in the sickroom. Other people are making decisions about my life while I narrate. I can’t pretend I’m okay anymore. The façade has crumbled and now it’s just me unplugged, uncensored, and uncovered, and strangely at peace.

I am participating in Flash Friday 55. This weekly meme is brought to you by G-Man, over at Mr. Know it All. The object is to write a story or prose in exactly 55 words. Come join us and link your 55 in Mr. Know it All's comment section. See you there!

I Write Like - Fun Site for Bloggers

Hello fellow bloggers, I stumbled across this great site that analyzes a few paragraphs of something you've written, and tells you which famous writer your style is most similar to.  I had it analyze 3 different samples of my writing and each time it gave me a different author.  I'm obviously a schizophrenic writer.  I'm not sure how accurate the analysis was, but I had fun doing it.  Plus they give you a cool button to display on your blog.  What could be better?

Go ahead and try I Write Like for yourself.  If you decide to do it, please leave me a comment with the name of the famous author you are most like.

Have Fun, Cee

I write like
Stephen King
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

I write like
Chuck Palahniuk
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The Pit

I can do this

I’m a strong person

I have a will don’t I?

This isn’t so hard

What’s one mistake?

I do so many things well

I will not measure myself by a Hollywood standard

I could do more

I should be more

Where did the hopefulness go?

I’m exhausted

Trying takes too much effort

I have to rest, to think, to dream

My bed is cozy and forgiving

A haven in a world that’s cold and critical

No use in getting up just yet.

I participate in Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday.  Visit her site for this week's Alphabet Soup of great posts.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Z is for Zest


A friend handed me a post it note yesterday with this saying on it: don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. It struck me as profound. I’ve been doing a lot of crying lately, buckets in fact, but not much smiling. I can’t ignore the tragedies of the past year, but I don’t have to ignore the joys either. Those belong to me as well.

Such as:

Exploring a windmill field … without getting caught

Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge

Climbing rocks and not falling to my death

Comparing silly socks

Drinking wine and doing taxes with my best friend (don’t send the auditors, please)

Snuggling and laughing with my son

Zest for life or much of anything for that matter does not come easily right now, but I’m willing to try to find it because life without it is completely flavorless.

I participate in Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday. Visit her site for great posts on the letter Z.

Friday, July 9, 2010

The Choice

*Saturday Centus is a writing challenge where you are given a prompt, and have to work it into a story of 100 words or less. The prompt for this week is in bold, and my story follows.

"Are you sure that's the one you want?"

I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.

I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."

I stared at the expensive blue and white silk tie as the store clerk carefully wrapped it in tissue paper, and slipped it into the shopping bag. The tie would never be worn with the light blue shirt I had brought into the store on the pretense of matching it. Did my face give anything away? Surely there was no way he could guess the true motive for my purchase. The expense didn’t worry me, I would not be paying. What better way to hide a murder weapon than to return it to the store where it was purchased?

Thursday, July 8, 2010

With or Without You

With you I was young and vibrant.

Without you I feel old and useless.

In your company life was an adventure.

Without you life is making it through today.

With you the future held the promise of knowing you better.

Without you the future is a lonely, scary place.

With you, you challenged me to learn something new.

Without you I write really bad prose, and wallow in self doubt and regret.

With you I could count on being understood.

Without you I converse without revealing anything about myself.

With you there was laughter and silliness.

Without you, your smile, your dark humor, and even the silence that doesn’t need words, my soul yearns for another chance.

I participate in Jenny Matlock's Alphabe-Thursday.  Visit her site for great posts on the letter Y.   

Thursday, July 1, 2010

X is for Xeric

Xeric, a word meaning dry or desert like conditions, perfectly describes my life. Almost overnight I went from an over-full chaotic life to emptiness. Empty nest, fewer friends, no career, and something I haven't experienced in very long time - boredom. Even the weather is xeric. The summer heat saps my energy and makes me want to move underground. My Irish roots, fair skin, and allergy to sun screen do not help.

It's not that I haven't filled the time with other things, activity: appointments, events, blogging :-), but the dryness remains. The absence of these people and these things can't be replaced by other people and different things.

A positive person (if you are one, you should probably stop reading this blog) would say “give it some time”, “time heals all wounds”, “into every life a little rain must fall” (except that wouldn’t work with the whole dryness theme), and other equally unhelpful platitudes (if you’re offended, remember, I warned you about reading this blog).  As you may have guessed, I am not a positive person, probably because my life is so xeric.

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Saturday, June 26, 2010


Lifeless room
Only memories and posessions to prove that you once lived here

Broken heart
Breaking anew a million times a day with every thought of you

Would you still be here if I had been more?

Is life without you life at all?