There was once a time that I tried something that just didn’t come out the way I wanted. (I mean, this wasn’t the only time, but this was a strong one.)
It was in the summer of 2005.
Category: “Prompt”ed Posts
How Do You Know I Love You? I Make You Chai
My husband Cohiba is the most dear person in the world to me, and I say it often to him, just so he doesn’t forget. There are ways to convey your love to someone (and if you bring up the stupid Extreme song More Than Words… Just don’t.) These are 8 gifts I would give him to would convey my love.
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The Day A Book Saved My World
This was a post I wrote almost a year ago, and decided to publish now. Just a walk down memory lane.
Remember when I got news that rocked my world.
The Anti-Bucket List
Oh, a prompt I can get behind – the opposite of a bucket list, the anti-bucket list.
Dude, Like, I Just Want It
Is it more dangerous to want everything or want nothing?
This answer may be a cop out, but I think it depends on what you do in your effort to get everything or get nothing.
My Day, One Beat At A Time
Writing about a topic using only one-syllable words will be an interesting challenge, and I like it. It begins now:
Sahara’s Two Cents
A first pregnancy is a fruitful time for advice, I was soon warned after the stick turned blue.
Neglect Not the Wood-Strewn Path
When I’m feeling down being outside lifts my spirits. The smells, the breeze, the light… Of course, sometimes the breeze is biting and hurts when you sniff, or the light is oppressive or blinding. On those days, I don’t like being outside (Read: January and February).
On those forbidden days, I gaze at photos of lovlier places, such as to the image below, and daydream about them.
Post Game Wrap-Up
Today’s daily prompt about the longest stretch of time that I’ve posted to this blog provides me with the end-of-month opportunity I was hoping for: To reflect on this NaBloPoMo, my first Mo of doing it.
My Magical Slippers
When I started to get to know my husband’s family, I realized that I would become the family crocheter. His grandmother had done it before, and had crocheted the family all kinds of gifts, slippers and hats – she even crocheted a blanked for him (or his mother) to give to the woman who would become his wife (me). It’s quite precious.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 