Mother’s Day

My Mother loved colours on the cooler side of the spectrum … mauves, light blues and mint greens.  I loved pinks and oranges, especially together. Mom dressed me in a beautiful pale yellow lace dress for my sister’s wedding, but there are no photos.  At two and a half, I was having none of camera…

My Hero

Flash Fiction Challenge: Explore the Complications of Heroism from Chuck Wendig. “You are a hero!” my best friend whispered as she hugged me tightly. “Why?” I asked, “Because I didn’t die?” Still standing after a brutal year-long Round One in the ring with cancer and its insidious treatment, I need to squeeze my eyes shut…

Conscious Stream

Can I get out of bed?  What time is it?  It’s too early (roll over).  I have to get up.  Out of bedroom.  Dogs need to pee.  Coffee.  My eyes are itchy.  Where is the whipped cream?  Weird as fuck dream.  I have a headache.  Medication?  Weather?  Slept too long?  Caffeine withdrawal?  Stress?  Good morning…

Cancer Wars

Imagine the opening scene of a dramatic television show … the beige double doors to the hospital’s Chemotherapy Unit swing open … slo-mo filming crunches time to jarring seconds, allowing you to take in the chaotic landscape before you.  Row upon row of sick people sit in blue vinyl recliners while hooked up to IV…

You Get What You Give

Sorry Felix, but I love the original version of “You Get What You Give”. New Radicals in 1998. One, two One, two, three Wake up kids We’ve got the dreamers disease Age fourteen we got you down on your knees So polite, you’re busy still saying please Frienemies, who when you’re down ain’t your friend…

My Lucky Day!

I caused my first car crash on a Friday the 13th.  I had been working all night and was heading back to the office.  Sick with a sinus infection, I sneezed blood all over my dash, and momentarily lost sight of the car in front of me.  I rear ended it at the intersection of…

Blueberry Jam

Writing Daily Prompt – Write about blueberries. I climbed over the boulder and grabbed a mossy crevice to hang on as best I could with a plastic pail hitched over my arm.  My flimsy flip-flops were no match for damp forest bed.  Digging my bare toes in to the lichen and moss, I looked for…

Why I Write

Exercise 7a: Why I Write… Write a paragraph inspired by famous authors’ essays on why they write.  Answer this (simple but very complex) question: Why do you write? Why do I write?  I’ve been learning the building blocks of language since early childhood.  I learned words, letters and sentences.  I don’t recall the exact moment…

Grime

Creative Writing Exercise 6A:  Setting & Detail Write a description of the place you called home when you moved out on your own perhaps for the first time—apartment, rented room, dorm, crash pad, etc. As you write your description, don’t just list off the basics. Close your eyes and find this place in your mind—feel…

Free Condoms

Daily Writing Prompt –  8 March 18 Write a conversation between two people about an inappropriate birthday gift. “Mom.  Please stop.”  My almost adult son facepalmed, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.  “You have to stop taking condoms from the Cancer Centre.” “Why?  They are free?” “For you cancer patients.  You don’t have to outfit a…

Beach Glass

Daily Writing Prompt – 6 Mar 18:  Write a scene that involves a bear, a windmill, and a piece of beach glass.   The elders had gathered our families around the fire to listen to tonight’s story.  We sat, one circle of children inside another circle of adults, to stay warm.  Winter’s fierce Wind still…