Best Friends (Gargleblaster #157)

I see her whenever I wear Keds, eat Hawaiian pizza, or glimpse the half-heart charm in my jewelry box with the worn letters:


I wonder if she kept the other half.

“No,” I answer. “I haven’t seen Mary in years.”




gargle157This is my response to the Gargleblaster weekly prompt, which is to write a 42 word answer to this question:  Do you see her much?

While my response is fiction, I am sometimes reminded of friends no longer part of my life.  I know some friendships are just for a season, but they do cross my mind once in a while.  I also owned a “Best Friends” necklace, but it was gold.  I think it’s an ‘eighties’ thing 🙂

This challenge is open to anyone, but you have to think (and link) fast – the challenge closes once there are 42 responses linked.  Click here to post your own link!

Over My Shoulder

Over my shoulder,

Snippets of my past




 Over my shoulder,

A different perspective




First glance , already changing
First glance , already changing
Second glance, colors fading...
Second glance, colors fading…

I’m not one to dwell too long on the past, mostly because it takes my attention away from now, and what lies ahead.  I can’t change what is done, but I can influence this breath, and my next.

Sometimes looking behind can provide insight, and a different perspective.  In the case of this sunset, I hadn’t noticed the brilliant colors at all, until I caught a glimpse in my rearview mirror.  When I looked over my shoulder, I gasped, then pulled the car over (twice- hence the two photos!)  In a sense, I relived the road already traveled, creating a new experience from previously-logged miles.

It didn’t take many peeks before the colors melted into dusk’s horizon, but it was a spectacular view while it lasted.


I’ve got another busy, computerless weekend coming up, so once again, this will my last post until Monday.  We’ll be spending the weekend with my parents, and my kids are sooooo excited!  I hope you all have a beautiful weekend 🙂

1984 – Sixth Grade Do-Over

Intimidated by boisterous Billy, stone-faced I watched him catch popcorn in his mouth.

To his crestfallen question, “Don’t you like me?”

I’d answer, “Of course.”

Erasing the “no” shyness uttered twenty-nine years ago.


This is my response to Trifecta’s weekend prompt, which was to “give us a 33-word time travel story.  We don’t usually tell you what to title your piece, but we’d love it if you could title it with the year/date that you choose.”

My first thought was to fast forward eighteen years to see if my younger son has mastered using a napkin.  Instead, I decided to tackle my past.  Shyness had a strangle-hold on me until I finally faced it when I turned fifteen.  It’s not completely gone, but I’m mostly functioning now (except in unfamiliar social situations…shyness still makes me look like an idiot :))

Edit:  I want to clarify that this piece isn’t really about Billy, or regrets about how that turned out.  It’s about shyness and all the things I haven’t let myself do because of it.  This do-over symbolizes one change in the right direction:  living life outside the shadow of shyness.

Have a beautiful weekend.  Oh, and if you have any thoughts on this piece, don’t be shy – leave your comment!