Monthly Archives: February 2016

Echoes of my Neighborhood

Happy Thursday. It was a very early morning here! My partner is having back surgery today so the sights and sounds today are from the hospital!!! Hope you have a great day. I may post mor pics later in the day…these are from the crack of dawn!!! To see other neighborhoods click HERE. Jacqueline our gracious hostess has some fantastic photos this week! 😊

This morning it was about an 8…😕…   
They are very accommodating of technology…

 Can’t get comfortable…almost time… 

Hospital stuff…  


And we wait…

…and it’s all good! Now just waiting for an overnight room…

More scenes from the hospital…

Heading back in after a quick lunch…

Going up…


Universal icons?!!! 


A room with a view!

 Have a great day wherever you are!


The Letter

It was a nice funeral. Well, if any funeral could be considered nice, it was that…nice.

I forced a smile for each person who filed by to pay their respects. Like a dull needle skipping clumsily across a broken record, they repeated the same words.

“So sorry dear.”

“Call us if you need anything.”

“Come see us.”

“Your mother was the best…or the sweetest…or a lovely woman…or a good friend.”

She was. All those things and more. I remember thinking that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And she had the voice of an angel, singing me to sleep each night as she tucked me in “all snug like a bug in a rug”. Mom taught me how to read and how to cook and how to shave my legs.

Just two years before we had buried Daddy, the first man I ever loved. He taught me how to swim and ride a bike. He took me fishing for blue gills, and hung an old tire swing from the towering oak tree in the front yard. Daddy spent many nights helping me with homework, and he was there too, to hold me when some silly boy had broken my heart. How I wish he was here now to hold me. How I wish both of them were still here.

I only had three days to get the house ready for auction. Three days to sift through a lifetime of memories and to pack the things I would keep.

I started in the kitchen, boxing up granny’s silver and tea service. On the top shelf of the cabinet was mom’s recipe box. Pages of handwritten, oil-stained sheets of tattered paper were a treasure to me.

As I thumbed through the recipes I found a sealed envelope. My name was printed on front in mom’s handwriting.

My hands trembled as I slid my finger under the flap. The paper inside was faded. “When had mom written this?”

I unfolded the page. “Whose handwriting is this?” I thought. It wasn’t Mom’s or Daddy’s. I flashed a glance to the bottom of the page.

“Aunt June? Why would she be writing a letter to me?”

My eyes raced to the top of the page, ‘Dear Annie and Tom…’ Mom? Daddy? Why would Aunt June write you a letter with my name on the envelope?”

I dropped to the floor, hot tears burning my eyes, as I read Aunt June’s words…her secret…mom and daddy’s lie…my truth.

kat – 23 February 2016

A story for this week’s Ronovan Writes Friday Fiction Prompt: You’ve just been handed a message that makes you drop to the floor, trembling uncontrollably.

To read other stories or enter your own, click HERE.

Staring Contest

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I once caught the eye
Of a spider passing by
’twas me who blinked first.

kat ~ 22 February 2016

For Haiku Horizon’s Weekly challenge. The prompt is: Spider.
I am terrified yet fascinated by these amazing creatures! Read other haiku ir enter your own HERE.

Mischief Maker – A Six Word Story

Photo Credit: krvvitaliy: on

A six word story for Sometimes Steller Storyteller’s prompt this week: Supernatural. Read others or enter you own story HERE.

The mischievous poltergeist rearranged their furniture!

~ kat – 21 February 2016

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse -21 February 2016

Happy Sunday! Well, what to make of this week, and this week’s reVerse? I was almost stumped by several challenges this week, (a tinge of writer’s block?) but I eventually pulled them off.

It takes discipline and determination to write on a consistent basis. The nice thing about writing challenges and prompts are that they force one to get the words out of one’s head and onto the page.

Writing is very much like labor. A process that takes time and requires a bit of pushing (in the form of prompts and challenges). But when I am most stuck in that process I do trust that the words are there waiting to be found and given life in verse.

The words are there.

I just need to be patient and surrender to the process. Happy surrendering to you then. May the coming week be full of new life and revelations of wonder!

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse -21 February 2016

What? Just like that? Wow!
Winter is having the final word!!!
She didn’t feel anything, except relief
we’ve received reports of a re-entry error
But he vowed he would quit
roots burrowed deep
In that moment we realized we are one.
implied survival.
And yes I generally wake up happy
Starting with a Bang!
promising delights.

~ kat

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