Nestled in a bed of cushioning green, pristine on the forest floor. Sunlight caresses glittering petals, yet to be dusted by gold. Fleeting spring moment, blanket of colors galore. That magical week.
The fact that I am even writing this post is still so surreal to me! I have successfully completed the first four months and I feel that I can finally breathe a huge sigh of relief and can start enjoying my pregnancy now that the chances of anything going wrong are slim, and I am… More The Joys of the First Trimester
I have been extremely MIA the past few months, and I promise you I have a very good reason! Not writing has certainly been a disappointment on my end, having set personal goals to continue writing at least one post per week, regardless of what I had going on in either my professional or personal… More A New Journey – A New Page
German Potato Pancakes (Kartoffelpuffer) was one of the delicious introductions to my father’s culture that he shared with his family as we were growing up. There were a number of German dishes that he made over the years (Schnitzel und Spaetzle, Kaiserschmarren, and Strammer Max being some of my favorites), but these potato cakes have… More German Potato Pancakes (Kartoffelpuffer)
Five years old, innocent eyes attempting slumber. Distracted by rhythmic pumping from the bedroom closet. Focused on the neon tetras, stripes of cobalt and blood-red flash behind waxy, plastic ferns. Bubbles churn the sound of water in her ears. Sour coffee breath exhales on her skin. Fixated on the macramé basket, knotted hemp, walnut beads.… More Neon Tetras Flash By
The worst type of loss imaginable. Only in their arms a few short days, a lifetime of memories to be cherished in bittersweet agony. They rallied. Friends, family, complete strangers who heard. Bake sales and car washes. Mom and Pop shops donating proceeds earned. The raw, piercing heartbreak a connection even an outsider could relate… More Bittersweet Memories
After last year’s A-Z Blogging Challenge came to a close, I found myself missing the daily prompts and the routine and structure that came from dedicating time to write every day. I wrote a conclusion post of sorts after this challenge wrapped up which included a question for readers, eliciting advice regarding other challenges and prompts that… More Congress of Rough Writers!
The skies threatened snow. Breaks of blue broken by the rolling brown-grey of clouds thick with chill. Fleeting rays of gold trickled through the canopies, kissing the barren forest with ephemeral warmth. Moss clutched the sleeping trees, heavy with the weight of winter wet. Blanketing with soggy green, tiny clinging feet. The stillness of the slumbering wood… More Slumbering Wood
Eight years old and perpetually suspended, physical altercations a daily occurrence. The loss of his mother manifesting into something darker, threatening to overtake his young life. He came home to the small black and white bundle curled up on his bed, dark brown eyes pleading for the love they both yearned for. Charlie took the… More Desperate Love
Her pink suitcase was overflowing with “necessities.” A panda bear, a blanket, her toothbrush. Tiny hands struggled to latch the cheap plastic piece of luggage. “I’M LEAVING!” she screamed. “Okay, honey,” her mother replied, not evening looking up from her book. “We will see you soon.” “No! I’m leaving FOREVER!” stomping her foot, furious they didn’t… More Youthful Rebellion