Today I’m joining National Blog Posting Month, NaBloPoMo. The inspiration for this came from another silly sounding acronym event, NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month where aspiring novelists attempt to write 50,000 words in a month. NaBloPoMo is far less daunting. It merely gives a blogger the goal of posting daily for a month. I’ve been off in my writing for some time. Peeking in here and there when I find something that inspires me, often a blogging friend Tara at Thin Spiral Notebook. She hosts a weekly 100 word blog prompt and recently I’ve been getting more and more inspiration there. Tara has committed to NaBloPoMo and is hosting a blog roll for anyone who wants to join.

I’m throwing my hat in even though I’m four days late getting started. I’m not going to obsess over the fact I’ve missed days 1-3 and will start today, with this post as the beginning.

I’m asking my friends to poke me prod me and inspire me. Give me quotes, photos, words and I’ll see what sparks. I’ll be writing along with Tara’s 100 Word Challenge weekly as well so I’ve got a 4 posts guaranteed.

See you tomorrow!



Fear – Not Fun

Don’t let anyone tell you teaching teens to drive is fun. If someone does, and you actually have a 15 year old with a greedy gleeful facial expression, you know the one; it says I’m waiting to snatch the keys from your fearful grip; yeah. Those Sally Sunshine’s are liars.

Today, she gave me that look and said, “I really need to drive more. My birthday is in less than a week and I need the practice.”

Of course she’s right, but it didn’t keep me from internally hanging my head and cringing in fear.

This is DEFINITELY not fun.

I’m back in the saddle again, writing with the #100WordChallenge at Thin Spiral Notebook. This time the word is “Fun”. CLICK on the 100 Word Challenge Icon and head over to read more of the submissions.

Broken Sky

The world drained it’s summer brilliance to the silent, dull grey of threatening skies. The joy of fantastically colored lilies, and daisies washed into dirty depressing hues.

Blinding flashes galloped across the sky and a rumble began from west to east. The sparks grew into blazing bolts; the time between ruptured explosions fell to moments as the heavens opened and a deluge washed the parched land. Frozen pellets drifted and changed summer to a discombobulated confusion of seasons.

Drops diminish, and the grey breaks into bright blue windows laced with rays of white gold. Dull swept aside, the luster returns.

This week Tara at 100 Word Challenge assigned the word COLOR. Last night we had one of those rock ‘n roll thunderstorms where the only prairie storms we missed were tornado and blizzard. The process of to and fro color changing has always been fascinating to me, so writing about it was kind of fun!

As always, click on the 100 Word Challenge image and read some of the other submissions.

100 Word Challenge: COLOR

The Road

Worn splinters swung open on rusty squealing hinges. Brilliant silver-white light shone from the stage. Waiting in the wings her head tilted back, as she drew breath from the depths. Shoulders relaxed palms held together, the cross reverent as her lips moved to the blessing , Father Son Holy Ghost.

The journey began as a seed, watered, nurtured and fed. The road, rough and rustic paved with lessons to endure and believe. Stubborn intensity created a new talent eyes have never seen. She floated in on feet like feathers toward the light and her dance a brilliant diamond cut future.

While watching World of Dance and cruising my Facebook, Tara’s 100 Word Challenge writing prompt popped up and lo and behold, her word this week is “Dance”. Well, how could I not be inspired! So here you have a submission from me, the long silent writer. CLICK on the 100 Word Challenge Logo below and read some of the other submissions.

Into the Light

She moved to tomorrow because the past was yesterday.

Lynzee’s momma taught her at a young age, the darkness lies behind you. Light was always in front of you. Corley High took more than a pound of flesh from her. Graduation was a bright shining spotlight, her future and Corley the black hole past. She nearly sprinted across the stage to snatch the diploma from Principal Alexander.

She made the decision to permanently kick Corley High to the darkness and as Lynzee walked off the stage and down the aisle, she shed cap, gown, and walked out into the light.



Writing for Thin Sprial Notebook’s 100 Word Challenge. Today’s word is PAST. Click the link and go read some of the other submission.



“Hey Kory! I found this GIANT cornucopia at the antique store and came up with some new ideas for….Thanks….giv…ing…? What’s going on you guys?”

Lena had burst into her foster-sister’s normally unlocked house like she always did. The girls had been bonding over shared responsibilities of planning the big family gathering for Thanksgiving dinner.


Lena and Kory were best friends from the time Lena’s family moved in next door to the Mulder’s when the girls were 1st graders. Their friendship was instantaneous and they were like two sides of a coin –  opposites, but you can’t have one without the other; they were never apart. When they were in the 4th grade, a man, who had a weakness for whiskey drove on the wrong side of the highway. The head-on collision with Lena’s family SUV killed her mom, dad and little brother. They said it was a miracle Lena survived. For years Lena blamed herself because she was buckled into a seat in the third row. She had had an outburst at the mall, shouting at her parents for refusing to buy her an American Girl doll. Wanting to be as far away from them as possible she chose the back seat so she could slouch down  and sulk about how unfair they were.

Kory’s parents said it was the right thing to do, taking her in afterward. There was no other family to take Lena. They said they didn’t even have to think about it they just scooped her up, moved her in, helped her heal and showered her with compassion and love. She never forgot her parents, and never thought that calling Helen and Tom mom and dad was a betrayal. For her it became an honor to be lucky enough to have two moms and two dads. She cherished her new sisters Kory and Kim and she gained Kevin, the big brother she never knew she needed.

Lena and Kory grew, graduated High School, went to college and the year before at 22 Kory married Rod. The house they bought was two blocks away from their parents where Lena still lived while she finished nursing school. Mom and dad told her it would simplify her life and make it easier for her to focus on her studies. So no knock entry was normal for the Mulders.


Muffled grunts, squeals and thumps (was someone giggling?) were followed by her brother-in-law Rod stumbling down the hall with a suspicious look in his eyes. (was that panic?) Lena looked at him confused, leaned her head to look around him and pushed passed him to walked down the hall.

“Who’s back there Rod? Why are you home? Is Kory back there?”

She approached the family room with dubious apprehension, peering from side to side trying to look through the door which was slightly ajar, and the gap on the hinge side. Her eyes were wide with an electric mix of worry bordering on fear and curiosity. Cautiously, she pushed the door open. The crepuscular darkness of the room was shattered as light bathed the room and grinning, smiling, beaming laughing faces materialized before her. Her eyes rapidly twitched around the room and settled on a large, magnificently elaborate sign with her name written in elegant script, Lena Elizabeth Mulder. Wait, her last name is Jackson. Her eyes filled with tears that quickly spilled over.

Her voice strained with emotion, “Mom? Dad?”

Her dad stepped forward and declared with a strong official voice, “Lena Elizabeth Jackson, with integrity, love and devotion we hereby declare our intent to adopt you. It is our hope that from this day forward, you will be called Lena Elizabeth Mulder. Mr. James, Esquire has the necessary paperwork to begin the process. All that is required is your consent and signature. What say you?”

She looked around the room at eyes full of anticipation, compassion, and empathy as they waited for her reply.

Her tears flowed freely as she pulled her hands away from her face and gave a resounding, “YES!”
Day 4 – Writing for 7 Day Personal Challenge. I missed a day so Day 4 is on the 5th day after I began, but resolved to continue. I had a hard time finding inspiration tonight so I posted this request on my Facebook page: Give me a word that has special meaning to you. I need inspiration. I’ll use all that get suggested for today’s writing.

The response was impressive! I received these words from my friends:

Dubious, Weakness, Family, Hope, Honor, Bond(ing), Betrayal, Cornucopia, Compassion, Love, Empathy, Simplify, Integrity, Cherish, Apart, and Corpuscular.

I put each word in bold italics. I also created each character name using letters from the names of the friends who submitted words. Those names are in bold red text. 


A Diary of Intentions

Daisy was ten. Passionate, attentive, loyal and deeply spiritual. Her loves were soccer, friends, her bike, her rosary and her diary.

Soccer and bicycling were the things that connected her to her peers. One was to be perfected; the other transportation. They each kept her childlike and her enthusiasm was evident in her dedication to sharing them with her friends.

Her pink rosary was well used with chain and medals turned golden. Nightly she prayed a litany of intentions which were kept meticulously documented in her diary. After offering her intentions she blessed herself and began, “I believe in God….”


Writing today for Thin Spiral Notebook’s 100 Word Challenge where this week’s word is “Diary”.
I’ve been on a long hiatus (dry spell) and after completing a seven day photo challenge I decided to challenge myself to writing something for seven days in a row. I’m on day three and decided to visit Tara at Thin Spiral Notebook and here 100 Word Challenge which I have participated in often in the past. Feels good to stretch those writing muscles.