Left Holding the Bag II

I stood in the doorway debating whether to go back into the fire house to use the phone. I thought, this blond is in traumatized and probably isn’t going to walk very far. Maybe, she even needs medical attention. So, leaving her leaning on the side table, I went in search of a phone. Fortunately, it wasn’t far back into the fire house. With the receiver clenched in my hand I dialed 911.

Blog Tour II:

A fellow blogger, Armchair QB, invited me to participate in a blog tour, which calls for me to answer four questions about my writing and to invite three fellow bloggers to do the same next week.  Thank you, Armchair QB, for inviting me to participate. 🙂

Left Holding the Bag update:

If you are “haunting” my blog, waiting for the second installment of Left Holding the Bag, it will be out tomorrow. Since this began as a challenge, out if my genre, it’s proven even more challenging to write the second part. I assume most of you are writers and will understand the delay. It is in the works, however. Don’t lose faith! 🙂

As a personal note: today has been brought to me by YouTube. Exposing my children to the top forty from every year of my life and learning origami, long after they lost interest.

Blog Tour I:

A fellow blogger, Armchair QB, invited me to participate in a blog tour, which calls for me to answer four questions about my writing and to invite three fellow bloggers to do the same next week.  Thank you, Armchair QB, for inviting me to participate. 🙂 Any takers? Volunteers?

the Girl

Doing dishes on a stool: self portrait

I wore white for a decade
I wore black for ten years
I wore nothing for a while
Then I bore a girl
I wore prints for a bit
Now, I wear blush and rose
Merlot tones layered with midnight
I wear melon under khaki
Lemon on my body under cream
Sunshine in my life
Color in my world
I was never the girl made of rainbows
But she is