Mom’s Tiger Lilies Hello, my name is Viv and I am an underachiever. My mother thought I was awesome. She had complete confidence in my abilities, delighted in my successes and felt whatever I was doing...I should probably be in charge. If anyone said anything nice about me, she couldn’t wait to tell me, though … Continue reading You Don’t Know What You Have
Author: veebee67
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Sorry I’m late! I got myself into a bit of a snit. Tuesday night, I wanted to do other things. It doesn’t matter what they were. I just didn’t want to practice writing as much as I wanted to be free to attempt this other thing. I practiced writing anyway, and even I didn’t want … Continue reading Page 13
Burst
Spring. Dusk. Peepers peeping. The Robin has ceased plucking the strings of my heart for the evening. Light breeze. A still-bare maple branch shivers expectantly in front of a waxing moon. With scissors and flashlight I have edged into the garden to discern chives from grape hyacinth. I’ve had this urge the last few days … Continue reading Burst
Where the Heck’s my Angel?
I don’t know. I want to get my writing for my blog done early, take my time editing, but every week I seem to wait a little later, a little later to sit down and get to work. Last week I didn’t really dig in until after 10 pm Thursday night and that’s just too … Continue reading Where the Heck’s my Angel?
Soul, Stirred not Shaken
Photo by Michelli Caroline on Pexels.com Just between you and me, and as opposed to what your official statement should probably be, when did you most recently have a soul-stirring conversation? With whom did you have it and about what were you talking? I mean the kind of sharing where you’re both – or all … Continue reading Soul, Stirred not Shaken
It’s About Time
Greg, Spring cleanup 2022. It’s Friday morning and I am standing at my desk at work. Ah, yes, the standing desk for a woman who can’t think on her feet. Proof that God has a sense of humor and she isn’t afraid to use it. My phone boop-boops. I lean over, snag a look and … Continue reading It’s About Time
What Would it Take?
I am having a little evening texting exchange with my sister. When I text, “Did you have a nice day?” I think, “Won’t it be great if ‘Spectacular!’ is her reply?” And then I’ll have to stop making dinner and call her and get the details. As I look down at the screen, checking for … Continue reading What Would it Take?
This is No Time for Fluff
Photo by Artem Podrez on Pexels.com Inside this woman (me) is an exquisite secret room, behind a trick hidden door. You know those secret passages you see in murder mystery movies – you remove a book from a library shelf and oops its really a lever and the shelf is really a door? Like that. … Continue reading This is No Time for Fluff
Out of the Blue
Photo by Markus Spiske on Pexels.com “People don’t write in the omniscient anymore,” she says, unaware that her unexpected critique hits my chest like a bag of hammers, followed by a bucket of cold water. My mouth falls open. I close it. “My God, she’s talking to me like I’m a student,” I think. Breathe. … Continue reading Out of the Blue
If You Dress for It
Something different this week. A bit of flash fiction. Hope you enjoy it. xo Viv “This has been such a strange day,” I muse as I wait for Lucy to arrive. We’ve started this thing we call dress-up dates. We both love to put on our Sunday best and go out, but what with her … Continue reading If You Dress for It
A Letter from Viv 