CONFESSION OF A LATE IN LIFE WRITER

Have you ever felt like a unicorn? 

The odd-one-out?

The rarity in the herd? 

In the children’s book writer’s world, I have.


Unlike many of my contemporaries, I didn’t spend lazy summer days, dark, stormy nights, and every other waking moment of my childhood with a book in my hands, nor did I write my first book at the age of six. I have, however, oftentimes envied them. Especially those
who had hunkered down in bed with the covers pulled over their heads, a flashlight in hand because they couldn’t sleep until they’d uncovered the secret to a garden or learned where Papa was going with that ax. The only place you’d have found a flashlight in our house would have been in the cupboard under the kitchen sink, hidden in a forest of dishwashing liquid, furniture polish, ammonia, Ajax, and bunches of rusty Brillo pads. 

Great Kills Public Library (Staten Island NY)

Don’t get me wrong. I did love to read. Just Continue reading

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GOING GREEN

Alas…those were the days. Masking up not only keeps the germs away, but situations like this, too. Be well and stay healthy, dear Reader ❤

Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

clubbingWe’ve all been there. You go out for a meal with family, friends, a new lover, a blind date, or your co-workers. In the interest of eating something a bit healthier than the deep-fried buffalo wings and sweet potato fries shrieking your name from the menu, you plug your ears, swallow hard, and choose something green –

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WHAT’S GOT MY GOAT TODAY? – The Pet Peeve That Got Away

We all have strong opinions on one thing or another – the issues that get your goat. There are plenty to go around, right? I don’t think I need to list any. You know yours. I know mine. We probably share quite a few, too. Some immediately raise our hackles. Others only ruffle our feathers or may get our undies in a twist. Then there are the issues that simmer on the back burner for ages and suddenly boil over in a burst of outrage, solidarity, and action. The ones that demand change. The ones that have been a long time coming like #BLM, #refusetoride, or #metoo.

What’s got my goat today though, is more of a peeve –

a pet peeve – a recurring little annoyance like Continue reading

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‘Tis Time For An Other ‘Twas

‘Twas the day before Christmas
when I realized this poem 
’twas ready for the trash bin
(after stifling a whopping groan).
But then I asked myself, 
“What’s Christmas, without a fun ’twas?”
So I grappled with this rhymer thinking, 
I’ll just add a disclaimer clause. 
Okay, there you have it, my apology in advance,
even though there’s a risk of boring you,
I’m willing to take that chance… Continue reading

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ALIEN THOUGHT FOR A FOGGY DAY

Despite all of the previous hoaxes, he was sure the latest video of a UFO hovering over the park was the real thing. Waking up to a low-pitched hum and suspended in viscous gel the shade of mouldering bread instead of the camouflaged lean-to he’d been hiding in for the last month confirmed it. They had received his transmission.

Indeed, once the germicide clears, liquifies, and drains from the pod he will be released from the prison of blood, bone, and derma he has donned for nearly fifty years—finally, free to move about and validate the progress his peers have made in his absence.  

If all is well, the invasion may begin.

The last resort.

The final test.

They say, love is the key to life, but so far, they didn’t seem to understand what that means.   

The hum fades. The cloud clears.

In the deafening silence, he cannot help but wonder…

Will they, once and for all, set aside their differences? Stand side by side? Hand in hand? Join together for the highest good of all concerned?

We shall see.

We shall see.

Thank you to Lyn, author of  THE CALL OF THE PEN,  for sharing the photo and the Write Now Prompt that prompted this little ditty.

Be well Dear Reader
and
❤ Thank You for stopping by ❤

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‘TIS ALL HALLOWS WEEK…

…and there is still much to do,
like weaving webs,
stringing skulls,
and refining shrieks of,
BOO!
BOO!
BOO!

True…

the pumpkin has been carved,
skeletons are out of the closet, Continue reading

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IF YOU COULD TURN BACK THE SUNDIAL…


…WOULD IT BE to a time when dropping into a rabbit hole was just that—

a twisting tumble into a bottomless burrow,

a spiralling spin down an endless earthen tunnel, Continue reading

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SOMEONE PINCH ME – I Think I’ve Woken Up On Mars

From my bed,
waning moon
glides  
across a velvet sky.
A planet
shimmers nearby,
far above 
the earth
and
my head.


The Blue Marble rotates
.

Woke up
7:00 a.m.
to pumpkin spice darkness
odorless
it took only one dream and half a nightmare
to travel the
forty-three point seven five six million miles
to the red planet.
Do I still need a mask?

California wildfire smoke Continue reading

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A SUNDAY NOODLE

If this is BEAUTY-FUL


and this is Continue reading

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CHOOSE A BOOK-TURN TO CHAPTER EIGHT-BEGIN WITH LINE EIGHT

She just couldn’t figure out what that something was. Had it risen from the cooling embers when she turned and reached for her fleece?

Besides the chill that launched goosebumps up her back, spread them across her neck, and down her arms, a wave of fine hairs saluted the intruder from places she never thought were populated by even the finest follicles evolution had ever inspired.

Dark, swirling fingers curled around her waist. Looks like smoke, she thought.

 

It spiralled up, up, upward toward her chin. Smells like smoke.

But smoke does not Continue reading

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