Another story idea I had and screwed around with to get the juices flowing. I did use this idea in a story, though, eventually. 🙂 My Egyptian one, actually. Wouldn't be able to tell, though. Mother always told me I was the daughter of a god. Uncle Ree always told me what a shame it … Continue reading Daughter of a God
This is actually just the very first part of chapter one: of mermaids, jumbo shrimp, and klingon honor. It's a story I played around with a while back for some exercise and never thought to make anything of it. I might one day, who knows. I'm sorry for the formatting. Trying to fix that. But, … Continue reading Of Mermaids and Diabolical Acne
I reach through the darkness and touch a soft baby arm.
A fuzzy owl by his cheek, a partner on the other. he stares up, oblivious, then feels their triangle ears. Milk? No. Soft thing? "Owls!" he seems to yell when they deny him milk. But what other soft things could exist other than nipples, blankets, and sleep? Fuzzy owls, the way he yowls at their … Continue reading Two Months Old
Never thought I'd like being a mom this much. Growing up as the oldest of 11, I got burnt out on kids, more or less. Mom had chronic depression so I often had to watch over my siblings while she struggled just to function. Needless to say, I also got burnt out on babysitting. I … Continue reading Love/Hate Relationship with Kids