If You Leave

Life is a series of beginnings and endings. We leave one job to start another; we quit cities, countries, or continents for a fresh start; we leave lovers and begin new relationships. What was the last thing you contemplated leaving? What were the pros and cons? Have you made up your mind? What will you choose?

New beginnings are always a great time! I am constantly in awe of the resoluteness one needs for the closing of the door behind to walk slowly but assuredly away from one’s comfort. And then how soon it can be followed by the exhilaration and anticipation of new worlds to be found in the opening of the doors ahead.

This is where I find myself. Wanting… Maybe even needing… to enter a new unexplored world. Yet I still enjoy and find fulfillment and rest in the world in which I presently reside.

Living simultaneously in two worlds… It can’t last forever… But while it does, I will enjoy the ride.

If you thought that you had already read this one… You were right.

I am still at the crossroads.

I am not sure when the one road will come to an end- my teaching career. Or maybe it won’t. While I was working at Food Lion, I loved teaching two classes at a junior college????

I am not sure when the leaning into a career- if such an adventure is actually in my future – will begin.

I love writing the bits of flash fiction. I do not know if there is actually a lucrative (or any) market as a writer of flash.

I have begun some research for a few young adult historical fiction novels. That seems to be a long and somewhat tedious path?

Whatever my choices… Whenever they happen… I want to continue to live in the now- not be a person so glued into pressing for the future, that I forget to love the present.

For now… For me… It is working.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If You Leave.”




You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.

If I were to be locked in a room with my biggest fear… what would it be?

Spiders!!!   SPider!!!   SPIders!!!   SPIDers!!!   SPIDErs!!!   SPIDERs!!!   SPIDERS!!!

Not just you basic grand-daddy-long-legs… Although, I do prefer a dead granddaddy longlegs to a living one?

The spider that is the most unpleasant spider to think about… And I am even getting the heebie-jeebies sitting here thinking and typing about it…  The terrifying WOLF SPIDER!

A wolf spider can grow to be up to two inches in length. They are not the tiny-legged creatures as their bathtub-dwelling granddaddy longlegs. They are strongly, muscular creatures that can travel two feet in one second. They travel faster than many people walk!

They have three rows of eyes that can see in all four directions. Cool! Shine a flashlight at a wolf spider in the dark… Its two largest eyes glow in the dark!!!! NOT COOL!

Where there is one wolf spider… there are thousands. One mother wolf spider can give birth to 365 spiders in one litter. A female wolf spider is a great mother. It will continue to assist its young for up to six months!

The male spider lives for only a year. (Good News!)

The female spider can life for several years!!! (Yeeks!)

At this rate of great parenting and reproductive aptitude… If you see one wolf spider, there are probably at least 70,000 others there in hiding!


I need to go take a shower.

I itch all over! 

Please, Lord… Don’t let there be a granddaddy longlegs in the tub!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”


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(Sorry… Being my own drummer!)

Pride and Joy

What’s your most prized possession?

  • My College Degree
  • Courage
  • Self-Reliance to Plan My Own Way

POSSESS ……… verb (used with object)

  • to have as belonging to one; have as property; own: to possess a house and a car.
  • to have as a faculty, quality, or the like: to possess courage.
  •  (of a spirit, especially an evil one) to occupy, dominate, or control (a person) from within: He thought he was possessed by devils.
  •  (of a feeling, idea, etc.) to dominate or actuate in the manner of such a spirit: He was possessed by envy.
  • to have knowledge of: to possess a language.
  • to keep or maintain (oneself, one’s mind, etc.) in a certain state, as of peace, patience, etc.
  • http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/possess?s=t

After intense deliberation, I have concluded that there are several things that I would consider to be prized possessions (depending on which of the above definitions one would choose).

To possess as a house or a car … … I am very happy to possess a college degree. This degree has given me the freedom to make many of my life choices without the fear that imprisons some of my friends. I love teaching. But when I wanted to take a sabbatical from teaching after experiencing burnout my first five years… I had a degree to fall back on. Choosing to work at Food Lion for two years, was a blessing. Having a degree, paved the avenue for a fast promotion from a bagboy to departmental management and more. It also allowed me the chance to teach at a junior college allowing me to gain the needed respite to encourage me back into the teaching profession.

To possess courage … … I think I get my courage to push myself from both of my parents. My father perseveres through all obstacles to complete the things in life he enjoys. When I was younger, I remember him holding down FIVE DIFFERENT JOBS to allow own family needs to be meet. My mother encouraged me to be self-confident at walking to the beat of my own drummer. But whatever song to which I choose to walk the beat… to be MY VERY BEST. It did not matter what others were… or what others thought.

The one possess that I wish I had pursued would be the mastery of at least one more language. When I was younger, I was good at acquiring language vocabulary. I had five plus years of Latin in junior high and high school. I took Spanish in college. But I actually ‘speak’ no other language. I would love to be conversational fluent in Spanish… in German… in Japanese… in Chinese … and in Arabic.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pride and Joy.”



Trick Questions

A Pulitzer-winning reporter is writing an in-depth piece — about you. What are the three questions you really hope she doesn’t ask you?

Talk about a trick question! While being interviewed by a reporter… no less a Pulitzer-winning reporter… would be both invigorating, as well as terrifying, ….

There is NO WAY I would ever reveal the three questions that I do not want to answer to a reporter! …. Even if I knew what the three questions were?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Trick Questions.”


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Out of Your Reach

Was there a toy or thing you always wanted as a child, during the holidays or on your birthday, but never received? Tell us about it.

When I was younger, life was good.

At least as far as I knew, life was good.

It was the only life I knew.

I had friends in many circles of society. I knew kids that had fewer things than I had. I knew kids that had many more things than I had.

I had what I needed.

Life was good.

I was fine.

The weeks preceding the winter holidays- then, it would have been after Halloween- my sister and I would each take turns going to the mailbox awaiting the Christmas catalogs.

We would then spend hours, carefully thumbing through the pages of the books in search of presents that we wanted to put on put Christmas lists.

One present that always made it on my list of possible Christmas presents was an erector set. Each year, erector sets were designed monumentally better and better… also, each year they became more and more expensive.

An erector set was never in the top four or five presents, but it was probably always in the top twenty?

I loved sports… so new sporting equipment was often on the list.

I loved picking out my own clothes… so particular shirts were listed. (I only wore blue jeans. No need to list them!)

I was an avid reader… books were always on the list.

From the list that I would create each years, I suspect I received six or seven of my top ten items every year. I really don’t know how my parents pulled it off some years, but Christmas morning was always a great event.

Baseballs, and bats, and gloves, and particular shirts, and puzzles… and board games, and card games… and books.

I don’t think I ever felt I was in lack.

The missing erector set… never truly missed.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Your Reach.”



Seven Wonders

Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?








I was going to explain why I chose each of the words, but I think that I will allow you to decide that answer for yourself.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Seven Wonders.”



A True Saint

In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.

In 300 years, if I were to be named a patron saint, I hope that I would be named the Patron Saint of the Wanna-be-Jock.

I have had a love affair with different sports since early childhood.  But starting to school at an earlier age than my peers- and my growth spurts not setting in until a later age than the rest of the world- jockhood status was not a goal to which I found myself with abilities to achieve. That did not stop me from enjoying sports.

As a boy, Baseball Was King! But being a great deal smaller than my counterparts, I found far more success in kickball, dodgeball, and four-square. If any of those three sports would have been Olympic sports, step aside… The gold medal would have been mine!

Once in college, and my growth spurts finally caught up with my skills, I found myself enjoying basketball and tennis. I found an inordinate amount of pleasure in pick-up games with fellow ruffians: often the amateurs had sufficient abilities to school the professionals.

Yes, I suspect pride would often rear its ugly head. Thank goodness my mother had drilled into my heart the grace of sportsmanship…. I believe that usually my celebrations of victorious trouncing were usually kept silent until my group of misfits were safely in our vehicles driving home. I am sure and errant high five, was present… but that was received with good nature.

I will not be holding my breath for the designation of Patron Saint… There does seem to be a great deal of pridefulness in the life of this Saint Designee…. I suspect that ‘Saints’ are supposed to be a tad bit more humble?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A True Saint.”



The New School

You get to redesign school as we know it from the ground up. Will you do away with reading, writing, and arithmetic? What skills and knowledge will your school focus on imparting to young minds?

If I were to design a new school, every single classroom would house a computer lab. I suppose that Chromebooks and IPads have their place in the world, but the good-old-reliable desktop computer seems to be far more efficient for multiple students to use. That is the computer of choice for my school.

Even though there are computers that do all kinds of on-line tutorials, I have yet to find a computer program that can give the encouraging and reassuring feedback needed to continue to ‘force’ growth when a student faces the many challenges that today’s world bombards upon a teen on multiple fronts.

It would be great to teach in a lab every day and for every period. Having a computer placement of each student would allow for individualized instruction. Individualized instruction would allow for profound growth in both a slow learner and a gifted student. With individualized instruction, multiple classroom subjects could even be coordinated during the same class periods.

Finding the programs needed for specialized instruction would be a challenge. And once they were found, the integration into a school-wide curriculum would be necessary. Having a step-by-step progression to facilitate movement from the mastery of one computer program into another would require a knowledge educator.

I suspect that small classroom groupings of students would soon evolve- each group of students remaining with a given instructor for multiple year placement.

Being a facilitator/ mentor in such a learning environment would be a wonderful career.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The New School.”



By the Dots

We all have strange relationships with punctuation — do you overuse exclamation marks? Do you avoid semicolons like the plague? What type of punctuation could you never live without? Tell us all about your punctuation quirks!

One of the most important things that I have learned in my adventures as a novice, flash fiction writer would be the prominence of punctuation in a short piece of fiction.

Punctuation can assist in the telling of the story. I am sure that before I begin my journey as a writer, I had never realized that.

While the period, the question mark, and the exclamation mark are all necessary to assist a writer, in a piece of flash fiction, the ellipsis (…) can allow the writer to continue a reader’s journey laterally, in a series of thoughts, without adding a single word to the story.

For a writer of flash fiction, the ellipsis is a must!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “By the Dots.”