Over ten years ago, a neighbor invited some women to experience a wine adventure.
Then, I liked whites and one sweet red. My palate changed considerably. I love Syrah, Zinfandel. What’s not to love about Cabernet?
I love this adventure with these spectacular women.
Wine plus friendship = sustainable happiness.
Snow Day: The Cold Scent of Freedom
Word Prompt: Winter
Snow day. School’s out.
I got the text message. Permission granted by management to do nothing but mainline cocoa, or wine.
Wait. I’m management. I still have to work on my budget documents? You want to talk to me about what?
I’m taking a mental health day. Peace out, bosses!
When I taught (middle school, high school, college), I loved a snow day. To wake to the chill silence on the other side of the window glass created a visceral response, an excitement about freedom. As a college administrator, I merely worked from home. Now retired, I help walk the dogs and it’s bloody cold out there in the pre-dawn darkness. Ugh.
Joy to the World
Microfiction inspired by songs of Three Dog Night
Grandma opened the stereo console.
“Christmas carol time!”
The teenager handed her a 45.
“Duh-duh-DUH. Jeremiah was a….eerrrkkkkk.” Grandma jerked the needle off the black disk. She angled her head to read the spinning label.
“Joy to the World?”
“All the boys and girls now.” The kids chanted.
Just an Old-Fashioned Love Song
Micro-fiction inspired by songs of Three Dog Night
She looks across the room. A strange old man sits in her husband’s recliner. He rambles on.
Her husband was her one great love. He wove stories of tenderness into their union.
They listened to the radio together, listening to love songs only about them.