3-Word Resolution

Learn, not dwell.


TrifectaPicture11-1This is my response to Trifecta’s writing prompt:

Michael Hess inspired us with his three word New Year’s resolution – just be nice.  We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words.  Make it count; we’ll be checking back in come 2015.

The Trifecta challenge is open to all.  If you want to submit your own response, click on the Tricycle image to check out the challenge and submit your link.


As someone who doesn’t make new year’s resolutions, I sure came up with a bunch of chicken-scratch about what I’d like to change or improve about myself.  Boiling it down to three words was admittedly difficult!

I settled on these three words because I have a tendency to fixate on my mistakes.  Instead of acknowledging them and moving on, I’ll remind myself of them and focus on them until the exercise drains my confidence.  This year, I want to make my mistakes (they will happen), learn how I could’ve handled differently, then pick up with life without looking over my shoulder.

Hope you have a happy start to the new year!



“To be sensitive to those who don’t celebrate Christmas, we won’t post photos of trees or Santa Claus on our welcome board.

Gift exchange presents will be collected under the lobby Christmas tree.”



TrifectaPicture11-1This is my response to Trifecta’s weekly challenge:  Charles Dickens, in A Christmas Carol, wrote “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.” We are giving you exactly 33 words to make us laugh out loud and spread some festive cheer.

The challenge is open to everyone, so if you have a laugh to share, add your link to Trifecta’s site!

Now, I don’t know if my response is exactly “laugh out loud” funny, but I happen to find irony quite humorous.  Last year, my office made a big deal of being sensitive to those who don’t celebrate Christmas.  The person who selects seasonal photos to display on the TV screen behind the reception desk was asked to not include photos of Santa or Christmas trees in the selection, however there were two decorated trees in the office!  (And they said a prayer before the meal at our holiday party.)  Gotta love failed attempts at political (or religious) correctness 🙂

Had they actually sent out a memo, it would be framed and hung in my cubicle.

Have a beautiful week.  Laugh much and don’t let the stress of the season find you!

Pushing Tushes

Youth isn't just for the young!
Youth isn’t just for the young!

Kendra hadn’t been this nervous since her first date… in 1979.  Newly divorced after twenty-eight years of marriage, it pretty much was her first date.  She shifted her bra to lift her breasts where she thought they should be, but gravity turned out to be stronger than expensive Victoria’s Secret technology.  She turned her back to the mirror and threw a glance over her shoulder; fingers crossed the stone-studded pockets complimented her tush.

She sighed.  Pushing fifty, her body didn’t fit the twenty-year-old image in her mind.  The full-length mirror was the only one bold enough to confront her with the truth.  She applied her lipstick, perhaps too red for her age but she wore it anyway.

Kendra slid into her red cowboy boots.  (Red made her feel vibrant.  Her friends called it the “red attitude.”)  She grabbed her keys and hummed a country tune as she headed to her car.  Ten minutes later, she pulled into Mr. Lucky’s parking lot.  She strutted through the barn doors and saw Brad waiting inside.

“Wow, you look beautiful.”

“And you look great, too.  New shirt?”

He sucked his belly in, but it still hid the top of his belt buckle.  He grinned.  “I bought it just for tonight.”  Brad held his elbow out in a dramatic gesture.  “Would the most gorgeous woman in the house like to join me in the Tush Push?”

Kendra saw the line dance in full swing when she looked over his shoulder.  She slid her arm through his elbow.  “Come on, my two-stepping prince.  Let’s show ‘em how it’s done!”

He gave her a twirl.  In that moment, she felt better than twenty-one.


TrifectaPicture11-1This story might be a little corny, but it has some truth for me.  Sometimes I forget that youth isn’t reflected in the mirror.  It isn’t until I let go of how I look (or rather, how differently I look than I did twenty years ago)  that I’m able to feel free and happy.  (Oh, and I love red, but don’t wear red lipstick :))

This is also  my response to Trifecta’s weekly writing prompt, which is to write a 33 to 333 word piece using the following word/definition:  TUSH:  buttocks (slang)

Remember, the challenge is open to anyone, so if you’re so inspired, please write your own response and link it up on Trifecta’s site!

Thanks so much for reading.  Have a beautiful week!!


11-22 Clouds

People hope this time of year.

My children hope for snow, wish for Santa’s gifts, and anticipate vacation.

I hope there’s no black ice, wish Santa wasn’t so extravagant, and anticipate school resuming.


TrifectaPicture11-1This is my response to Trifecta’s weekend prompt:

This weekend, writers, it’s up to you. We want you to choose a word and use it three times in your 33 words. However, it must be either a verb, noun or adjective and the form of the word cannot change, it must appear exactly the same three times. Please highlight your chosen word in your piece.


I marvel at how differently my children’s eyes see the world.  It  makes me realize how cynical I’ve become (and also makes me wonder if I was ever really a dreamer in the first place.)

Today, it’s raining, and is expected to rain all day.  The kids are buzzing with excitement as they hope those beads of water transform into flakes of snow.  Snow is pretty to look at, but I’ve never driven in it.  (This is the first time I’ve lived outside the desert of Phoenix since I learned to drive.)  At some point, I suppose I’ll have to venture out.  Maybe by then I can shake the visions of my car crashing into someone’s house because I slid off a turn!

Santa neglects to leave the ‘good’ gifts at our house.  My kids want to know how come their friends got X-Boxes, iPads or laptop computers.  I remind them about some of the Christmas Angel gifts we’ve purchased where the boys asked for clothes.  It’s best they learn now that life isn’t fair.

As much as my children look forward to school breaks, I dread them.  I work from home several days a week and they like to fight.  A lot.  Their fighting  is causing deep frown lines to form on my forehead.  I’m not thrilled about this, but I’m trying to find the bright side:  in a few years, I’ll have the makings of a fabulous Halloween costume 🙂

All my adult sensibilities aside, I do look forward to this time of year.  My children’s enthusiasm exhausts me, but it also infuses me with joy that has been depleted during my encounters with commuter traffic, visits to Costco and evenings spent balancing the checkbook.

I hope you all experience joy and peace on this beautiful Friday!

A Boy’s Heart

11-18 FR 300 Leaves

Eyes wide,

arms stretched,

Overwhelming desire

to touch what is out of reach.


companion to

a young boy’s heart,

propels his infinite curiosity.

I pray

his desire to know

this sometimes tumultuous

world will survive insurmountable adversity.

In contrast

To the captured firefly,

I hope the search for endless “whys?”

Shuns pervasive complacency rooted in our society.

In truth,

his pure joy of discovery

illuminates my often cynical view, carved by

murky undercurrents flowing through earliest memories.


TrifectaPicture11-1Inspired by my sons, this is my response to Trifecta’s weekly prompt, which is to write a 33-333 word piece using the following word/definition:

COMPANION (noun) – 3. a.:  one that is closely connected with something similar; b.:one employed to live with and serve another

The challenge is open to everyone, so click on the link above to check out other responses- or even better, submit your own!

Now, for an update.  Several weeks ago, my piece, Love Story, was voted first place and for that, I won a $33 Barnes and Noble gift card.  I finally made it to the store last weekend (yay!) so I can give the promised rundown on what bought.  I got books for the kids for Christmas (we always get them some kind of book.)  And I’m super excited because I really think they will like my choices this year.

Something for the kids...and me, too!
Something for the kids…and me, too!

My older son bought a used guitar with his birthday money, so I selected a guitar book/dvd for him.  My younger son loves helping in the kitchen, so I picked a kids cookbook so he can choose meals and lead the cooking (I’ll be his assistant :))  Oh, and of course, I picked up a couple books for me!

Now, I had to laugh, because the transaction was so suited to Trifecta.  I paid with my $33 card and my balance was a giggle-producing $13.33!

A balance due any Trifectan could appreciate...
A balance due any Trifectan could appreciate…

Thank you so much to everyone who read and voted for my story that week.  And a huge “THANK YOU” to the editors for the lovely incentive to celebrate the 99th challenge!