A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
At mealtimes, Herb brought his t.v. tray to the recliner and ate with his eyes on the front step. He began to wonder where exactly his boots had traveled off to, and of course, why they left him at all.
Maybe they'd gotten fed up with sitting by that wall. Truth be told, since Jeanne passed away four years ago, Herb didn't go out much. When she was alive they used to travel.
The two of them in the motor-home, driving out west where the trees were taller than churches, and down south to dip their toes into the ocean and watch the pelicans fish.
It's not that I don't want to go anywhere, Herb thought, it's just that no place feels quite right without her. Herb's eyes grew heavy. As he drifted to sleep, he made a decision. "If my boots come back, I promise to take them out more."
And then Monday morning, there they were, leaning up against the outside wall as usual. Herb stood in the doorway with his arms crossed. He was so relieved to see the boots he felt his eyes water over. He mouthed a silent thank you.
Things would be different for all of them now.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
After you buy the book, the link to download is available to you. The file in .epub format, which your computer should be able to read. If you aren't sure how to do it, let me know and I'll help. (Mom, I'm talking to you.)
Thanks, as always, for your love and support. See you back here on Wednesday.
Friday, September 16, 2011
....I think I'd like one too.
I've always dreamed of being a little old woman surrounded by family, all talking over each other and laughing together, sharing our stories.
Over the years, the decision to have kids or not have them has become a real issue. I've had relationships end over this very thing, which is always rough.
Of course, family doesn't have to just mean children. There are many combinations of people who make up a family, and many happy families that don't include kids. There are also many single people who are a gloriously happy family of one.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Of course, the cows were interested in that.
When the day came, we waited until after breakfast to make our move.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Kids everywhere went back to school in their spiffy new clothes with pencil cases full of fresh pencils. Do you remember the way the first day of school smelled? I do. It smelled different than all the other days, somehow.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
"You're flipping crazy," Lenny said.
His smile is kind, so kind, she almost doesn't mind about the skin flakes.
"I can't ever decide, either," he says.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Unruly wildflowers growing by the side of the road
Have a bittersweet weekend, story makers. See you back here on Monday.