I adjusted my black scarf over my black coat and rubbed my cold hands over my thighs, covered by my black jeans. Maybe an outdoor protest on the coldest day of the year wasn't the smartest idea, I thought, as I called the group over. "Alright," I said, as we huddled together. "Let's circle again.…
Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge- 1,000 Words
Oh, Mama. I'm so bored. Where are all the kids? Where are you? I want to ride the merry-go-round. Please? Just once? Can't the baby feed itself? Mama? It's hot and I'm getting tired. Why did you bring me here if I can't ride Tigger? I always ride Tigger. If Daddy were here he'd let me…
My Woobie, My Love
My mother introduced me to her over ten years ago. At first, I thought she was too long. Too green. Too boxy. The sleeves hung off like big, floppy . . . sleeves. The brown wooden buttons she sported were majorly ugly. I'm not sure what possessed me, but I took her anyway and brought her to my…
Daily Post Weekly Writing Challenge
This week's writing challenge on the Daily Post blog (www.dailypost.wordpress.com) is to describe a character from your life. Check out the challenge here. This is my contribution. I am twelve years old and I just woke up at Gido's house. Gido is my grandfather and we will be spending the day together. Gido slept on…
Waiting on a Word 
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