Friday Fictioneers: The Girl There

You see the girl there, through the window, though the frost obscures your view. Night after night she stares; she waits. You watch the girl there, through the window. No smile, no light in her eyes. The spark within her snuffed out early. Perhaps a smolder remains. You see the girl there, through the window,…

In the Mom Lane: Burn Boxes, My Boys and Bears…OH MY!

I’ll start this post with a sage piece of unsolicited advice…for EVERYONE. Keep only those things you are comfortable knowing someone else (a child, a spouse, a well-meaning friend, relative or neighbor) may see. If you choose to forego this advice and keep say, a racy picture, a journal, raunchy magazines, some scandalous letters or a…

In the Mom Lane: Love You Forever (Part 2)

One night a few weeks ago, Big Dude made his way into my room a little after 2 a.m. There had been an incident. Hubby was away on a business trip, so I shook off the confusion from my middle-of-the-night sleep disruption and hustled Big Dude to the bathroom. One bath and a striped bed later, we made our…

If We Were Having Coffee…I’d Say Make it Strong

I’d say make it strong…better yet, this week, you might want to add some adult flavoring. If we were having coffee, I’d sit quietly a lot. My smiles would be fewer. I’d struggle mightly against tears and tidal waves of sadness. If we were having coffee, I’d tell you my mother died on Thursday. And I would…

Book Review: The Mill River Redemption (Chan)

The Mill River Redemption Author: Darcie Chan © 2014 Publisher: Ballentine Books Genre: Literary Fiction Subgenre: Women’s Fiction, Family Saga, Psychological Thriller Reviewer: Sara       Synopsis: Josie DiSanto fled New York City with her two young daughters for Mill River, Vermont to start over after her husband’s murder. When tragedy strikes again, it…

Friday Fictioneers: Cracks & Breaks

“Don’t step on the cracks or you’ll break your mother’s back!” Leather soles slapped against ceramic in quick succession. Giggles echoed around the room, bouncing off tiled room. Stringy, unkempt brown hair slapped against stained cheeks. After touching the windowsill, Alaina spun around. “Your turn!” Charles hopped three times on his left foot, then stumbled. He…

In the Mom Lane: Flowers For Mother’s Day

It seems like most every mother I know posted rosy pictures and sweet notes on social media yesterday. This is not one of those posts. It’s not a soap box post about the history and the commercialization of Mother’s Day in the US, either. It’s a little snippet of our day, and hopefully one that will…