The call of the loom. This week it was echoing in my head. Beckoning me to keep it company. […]
In a fix, in a pickle, in a stew
Originally posted on AreMyFeetOffTheGround:
Captain Miller and his boys Heard the lookout cry ahoy! As they ran aground upon the…
Fear
I have spent my working life in a courtroom. My clients were the poor. Some were homeless, some were intellectually […]
My Fifteen Minutes
The journey of the Edward Bransfield Commemorative tartan continues. As I wrote yesterday, the East Cork Journal (Cork County, Ireland) […]
Anticipation
I think I am beginning to vibrate. Pure, unadulterated anticipation. I have been absent from this site for a few […]
Last Time I Saw Him
Preface: The writing prompt came from Go Dog Go Cafe. It said write about the last time you saw your […]
It’s Your Birthday, Mom
Today she would have been 98. She passed away in June of 1982. In a hospital far from home. She […]
Edward Bransfield Commemorative-Step 2
Today was a weaving day. Normally, Patricia Martin has class on Monday afternoons. But this summer she has opened the […]
Move More, Eat Less
Long ago, in a different life, I thought I was fat. Well, misshapen is probably a better description of my […]
Edward Bransfield Commemorative Tartan- End of Stage 1 (I hope)
When I last wrote about “The Tartan” I had just begun to wind the warp onto the warping board. If […]
Talkin' to Myself 