“Cut it, short, please.”
So it Goes silences all the chaos, complaining, and well…crap.
“Why did I promise him I would cook for him?”
It was a perfect holiday evening. Snow was falling. The string of holiday lights complimented the glowing candles on her kitchen table. This was perfect! He was perfect. He returned her calls. He took her on actual dates. He practiced perfect hygiene. He was nice to his mom!
Thank you Linda G. Hill for this week’s SoCS prompt: bear/bare The heavy desire for sleep evaded her body an hour ago. She still could not bear to get up. She was given the gift of peace this morning. She desperately tried to sleep. Her body ached and she felt her stomach turning. Her body… Continue reading What She Could Bear
Shoes say a lot. The other day I took an adorable picture of my daughter wearing my high tops. I posted it on Instagram with the caption: “My Kinda Girl. She choses High Tops over High Heels.”
It got me thinking. What kinda girl am I?
“You still look pretty!” I felt my insides cringe after I said that.
So, we grin and smile, until the dark pillows of exhaustion crinkle around our eyes, and we utter a breathless, not a sexy breathless, “Yes”.
She hated Them.
Thank you Linda G. Hill for this awesome SoCS prompt:View “Our View” my friend and I exhale while we exchange a knowing, nostalgic look. Our View is in Cancun, Mexico. Our Hotel captured the sea of resorts, the blue choppy water, and the breeze of endless possibilities and adventure (and a little bit of naughty)… Continue reading View
I’m late to the SoCS party, I know. This week has been crazy with the kids home and the big girl’s birthday weekend. I have not been on time to anything. This late post mirrors my running late theme.