festival

A festival of poop! The baby loves sweet potatoes, peas, bananas, applesauce, and any other thing that mixes together into a fragrant festival in her drawers. It’s a party every time, and I wish others were invited.

function

the function of f over x is b squared, isn’t it? (i know. it isn’t.)

who wants to be squared? better to be spherical, well-rounded in all the right ways. then you can also roll with it, no matter which direction the push comes from.

odds

single woman?
looking for love?

tired of the

bar scene
match.com
blind dates
church socials?

come to alaska!

the odds are good….
but the goods are odd!

hoop

a college degree is a hoop, i tell my students. that piece of paper that says you’ve accomplished what they asked you to do. is that a good way to look at learning? no. but it isn’t a bad way to look at life…accomplish what you’ve been asked to do:

live.
love.
help.
sing.
give thanks.

cabin

when i was young, i dreamed of a cabin in the mountains where i could retreat to and write my heart out.  now i have the woods near the mountains, but no cabin...yet.  will it happen?  i don't know.  it is a lot of work to make a little cabin in the woods.

collar

he seldom wears his collar when he travels, he wants to blend in with the less pious of the world. he wonders if his very walk sets him apart, if they know who he is without the label. does anyone know who we are without our labels?

beehive

the mormons have something to do with beehives.  i'm not sure if it is because they hauled bees with them as they trekked across the country, looking for somewhere they could live their idea of humanity out in peace.  i wonder if that was the case, how did the bees know to come back to the hives when it traveled however many miles a day?

plans

"for i know the plans i have for you" says my God.  it comforts me knowing that He has my back, and my future is nothing that He can't help me accomplish.

hinge

creeeeak went the hinge in my knee. the doctors said i would never notice it, but there it was again. my grandkids thought it a funny noise, but it drove my dog to the ground in sheer madness. oh, to have my screw-less knees again.

fences

give me land, lots of land, under starry skies above…don’t fence me in. i love that song. it speaks to the long line of land unbroken by humanity. sounds good to me.

scarce

yes, treats are scarce in this house.  something to do with a 3 year old.  and an 8 year old.  and a 37 year old,  and a 46 year old.  thank goodness the 7 month old hasn't found the snack drawer yet.

runway

my aneroid key board.will runaway with autocorrdct since I’m too lazy to go and fire ipbthe computer to do today’s word. 360 words this year means a few are going to be from the kindle fire. oh bagatelle.

liberty

let freedom ring! 
let me run across fields of amber grains with my star-spangled banner 
let me stand on the street corner that says ‘i am the 1%’ 
let me read what i want to read 
let the only censorship be what i won’t let my children read until they are older
let me bear my arms and worship my God
and do not take my liberty away.

down

oneword.com is down to protest SOPA.

Protect my words
My ideas
My stories
The beautiful things created by my mind.

But do not shut me down
Do not stifle my voice
Do not hide my thoughts behind a flag

Let me be who I am.
Let me create.
Let me.

below

Below the deep blue sea lies
a mermaid
a trunk
a chest of junk
a wreck
a reef
a thrown-over side of beef
a gem
a bowl
the wreckage of a thousand souls

bellow

He bellowed down the ski slope, “I CAN’T STOP!” I laughed at him, because he was right, he couldn’t. He was this close to tumbling head over snowboard and the best I could do was get out of his way.

accordion

She played him like an accordion...pulling on him to hear him squeal, then compressing him back to shut him up. Why stay with a woman like that, who wants nothing more than to push buttons and control even the air you breathe?

bench

I live on the bench, they say. Not quite a hill, not quite a plain...the space in between the ocean and the bluff. Funny, if I lifted weights, how much would I bench on the bench?

snow

There snow way I want to drive in all this. It reduces visibility and then the moose are trying not to hit ME.

conceal

I approached the figure in the road, slowing my vehicle figuring it was a stranded traveler stuck out of luck in the blizzard. Not a man did the snow conceal, though, but a moose which turned toward us as if to say, get out of *my* way.

sparkling

The days when the bay is sparkling I ask myself, is there a more beautiful spot in the whole entire world? The gray days, though, I know that there is beauty elsewhere…and here, too, if I just wait for the sun to come out and reignite the sparkles.

bland

like rice in a pot
like chicken, not hot
like baby food
like muzak at the doc’s
like a novel with no good man
this is what it is to be bland

savage

The Savage Nation warns you of ‘psychological nudity’…what is that? Ripping away all that covers our thoughts, all the vestiges of humanity that makes us tick? I wonder that every night I hear that phrase, then think to flip the channel because I’m not into being nude driving around in the car.

oil

Stink, I step over the spill and shake my head. My husband is going to kill me. The Tahoe, flipped. The tires, spinning. The tree, gone. The oil, spilled. The baby…the baby? Where is the baby? Stink!

apron

My mom had a special apron she wore when she spanked us. It had a lot of pockets that fit a variety of cooking utensils. You knew you were in trouble when she pulled out the spatula, the metal one with lots of holes in it. Things were going to be fine if it was the mini whisk.