She was walking on the beach. It was all she ever really wanted to do these days. She had run away from home at last. Not far away, not so far that she wouldn't go home Sunday afternoon. But for now, she was here, and she didn't have to think about the inevitable. She'd been … Continue reading Run Away
Author: olivia
More Musical Moments
Let's start with a little Hank Williams... "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry." That's my theme song for tonight, and we'll see where I wander from here. https://youtu.be/4WXYjm74WFI Moving to "I'll Fly Away," with Gillian Welch and Alison Krauss... No, I don't actually think I'm headed for God's Celestial Shore, I just like the idea … Continue reading More Musical Moments
Just Streaking Through
No, not that kind of streaking... but I am just streaking through. It's been a really long day, and I've got no time for anything. But you know, I'm on a streak with my posts, so here's another one.
Music Potpourri
For your listening pleasure... https://youtu.be/3SL0oRcD7t0 I have the pandemic blues. So many things today just hurt my heart, watching my family suffer from the many varieties of loss that we swim in. Maybe I'm not a control freak, maybe I'm just acutely aware of all the things I can't control. https://youtu.be/pmQpYSBkwag Because ultimately it's always … Continue reading Music Potpourri
Control
I have turned out to be a controlling old hag. I won't give details 'cause it doesn't matter, but over and over this year, I've had to notice my own tendency to want to manage how other people live their lives. Um, particularly all these people I live with. It's how I manage my anxiety. … Continue reading Control
Fantasy Snippet 5
The timer dinged just as I was finishing my second set of lines. I tried to write "to do so" quickly, but he was suddenly beside me and "Put the pen down," he said. He almost sounded like he was amused, but when I quickly glanced up, he was quite serious. The words on my … Continue reading Fantasy Snippet 5
Sunday Love
Poetry. That kind of love. It's a day for poetry, and I don't think this was written as a poem, and yet it is one. If you can't see the image, it's a picture with three birds and some greenery. It reads “Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding … Continue reading Sunday Love
Fantasy Snippet 4
I followed him across the room, heart pounding, wondering if we were headed for the spanking bench or the the St. Andrews Cross. I was taken aback when he led me to a writing desk quite close by. What? He gestured toward the chair and waited for me to sit. Looking at him questioningly, I … Continue reading Fantasy Snippet 4
Fantasy Snippet 3
{Oh, my, I just read Naughty Nora’s latest entry on the story she’s writing and it drove me deep into desire. Since this is not an appropriate time to - you know - take care of myself, I thought I’d do a new bit of fantasy of my own.} Slowly, hesitantly, I moved my feet, … Continue reading Fantasy Snippet 3
Trees
Look at this tree. That tree has survived hurricanes and probably droughts and who knows what else, and there it is. So perfectly beautiful. Look at those limbs. Wouldn't a tree house up there be lovely? I thought that was a perfect tree. Then I saw this one. This one leans a bit. You can … Continue reading Trees
Olivia 