Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Succinctly Yours Week 205: Meoooops

Thank you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours, a delightful little meme in which we scratch out a story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer to accompany Grandma’s photo. The bonus word this week was “ideal.”


It wasn’t the ideal swimming pool, but swimming wasn’t their ideal activity, either.  72

“Take a skinny dip wiz me, ma petite chaton,” Meowrice purred. “I do not know,” Mewsette hung back. “Zees ees not my ideal—dipping wiz zee floating June bugs!”  132

Oh, how they loved their bouncy house! Until the next day, when they found out why inflatables aren’t ideal homes for cats.  102







Jim:  Uh, believe it or not, Kevin, firecrackers are in the 'Don’t' column.
Kevin:  So, you’re going to provide them, then?
Jim:  No, this is a firecracker-free wedding.
Kevin:  Oh, what the hell?
~“Niagara.” The Office. NBC. 04 June, 2005. Television.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Succinctly Yours Week 204: The OTHER Thinker

Thank you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours, a delightful meme in which we are invited to copy Grandma’s compelling photo and come up with a story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer to accompany it. The bonus word this week was “xenogamy.” Way to challenge us, Grandma! I confess I had to look that one up. I hope I’m using it properly…or that I’m at least close.

Thoughtful zookeepers gave Puddin’ the Silverback a nice big stick to keep his brain stimulated. He liked to lean on it while contemplating the xenogamy of zoo plants. 139

It was spring, and Daisy had the birds and the bees on her mind. Unfortunately, the only pollinating on Puddin’s mind was xenogamy…and not monogamy. 124
Remember, happiness doesn't depend on who you are or what you have; it depends solely on what you think. ~Dale Carnegie

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Succinctly Yours Week 203: Maybe Not Quite So One-Sided

Thank you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours, a delightful little meme in which we are driven by Grandma’s compelling photo to come up with a story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer. The bonus word was “jagged.”

She snuggled into him, her breath jagged with anticipation. His Pierce Arrow had struck her heart just as surely as if it had been fired from Cupid himself. 129

Her eyes might have been on his face, but her jagged heart was on the horizon, her hand ready to steer if he got out of line, and her foot ready to slam on the brakes if need be. 140

She leaned in, inhaled a jagged breath and gazed up. She couldn’t believe her heart could be filled with so much love! Plaid was her life, and his hat was exceptional.  137

Yet there was nothing jagged or rocky about their journey: when they were out of the car, it was his adoring eyes on her.  98


Oh sweet mercy! A lime green hatchback! It’s a thing of beauty! ~Cars.com commercial  

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Succinctly Yours Week 202: Groundhog Daze

Thank you to Grandma’s Goulash for hosting Succinctly Yours, a delightful little meme which encourages us to peak into the world of micro and come up with a story of 140 words or 140 characters or fewer. This week, a biography unexpectedly emerged. The bonus word was “zany.”

Punxsutawney Paul was more ambitious than his predecessor, Punxsutawney Phil. He longed to sing, quote the Bard, or do a zany dance during his moment in the sun. 132

Punxsutawney Paul loved his new job. He had terrific job security, a great benefits package, and he only worked one zany morning per year.  114

Punxsutawney Paul was horrified. It was his one moment in the sun, and he had overslept. He feared those zany crowds had ditched him for the ground squirrel next door.  135

Due to cutbacks, Paul was forced to work the rest of the year in a zany Whac-a-Mole game at the carny. When he did emerge, he couldn’t remember what he was looking for. 136

Thanks to PETA, Punxsutawney Paul retired and is now Palm Beach Paul. He does daily searches for something he knew he was supposed to look for and occasionally golfs. 137



That was a great game of golf, fellers. ~ Purported last words of Harry Lillis "Bing" Crosby