===================== 0 ===================== There are words in the English language we use to describe what we encounter using the senses and words that convey our emotions. Often these words mix and mingle as we experience something worth talking about. Descriptive words abound when we speak of the things we see…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ooo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Last year, when I was much younger, I bounded out of bed first thing in the morning, full of cheer and energy that lasted well into the day. Mornings were then, and are now, my favorite time of day. I can move mountains, practice yoga and tai…
꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳ The man in charge of the testing looked like he would be right at home in West Asheville. With his scruffy beard, multiple tattoos and slack sense of purpose, he entered the room, said, “I’m Chris,” and then sat in a chair to set up his computer. All of…
))))))))))—(((((((((( Don’t you wish a handy sign would appear whenever you find yourself snarled in a conundrum and don’t know which way to turn? Generally speaking, I want this every time I drive in Asheville and that’s why I use the GPS. But what if there was a system of…
************************************************************************** There’s a Museum of Failure (MOX). I fear I may be close to producing a prime example for their exhibition. We all know that failure sucks. Of course, we pick ourselves up and start over. That’s what facilitates success. We keep on trying. But, after the fifth attempt, shouldn’t…
I hope you enjoy this story by guest writer Shelly Mozlin. Shelly is a member of the Asheville Women Writers Cooperative and likes weird stuff. She’s an avid cyclist who never gets lost in the woods or in any alternate universe…unless she wants to. ========== # ========== When was the…
Paint and I do not get along. First, I am mess-averse. Paint is a sloppy medium which surpasses all mediums except maybe making sculptures out of trash. In that case, you need to accumulate a pile of junk somewhere in your house in order to pick and choose what items…
———————–) § (———————– I’m taking a writing class through the UNC College for Seniors (aka OLLI). Writing a Legacy Letter is about leaving a little something behind for your descendants without all the hassle of composing the totality of life that is your memoir–and having to do all that annoying…
################## ~ ################## I’ve never been the rebel type. I was a people-pleasing, rule-follower for most of my childhood. Yet rebellion seemed to be hard-wired into me. In first grade I was sent to the coat closet (more like a hallway with hooks) because I was talking too much in…
===================== & ===================== As I turned the corner onto my street, I could see there were no cars parked in front of my house. I opened the storm door and stood, icy flakes soaking my hair, and wondered if I had my house key. I opened my bag and rummaged…