Tag: writing

  • Gone Again

    I knew he was gone before I even opened my eyes.  The bed was cold and his scent wasn’t lingering like it usually did.  I wondered how long he had waited after I fell asleep to leave. Probably not long knowing how mad he had gotten. His face had never been as contorted as it…

  • Yoga, Part 3

    Fast forward a few years and I finally made the leap and became a Certified Yoga Teacher! At first, I didn’t take the plunge once I was back in Oklahoma because I was so nervous about what everyone else would say and think because I can barely touch my toes because my hamstrings and hips…

  • Yoga, Part 2

    So here I was, in Dallas by myself, looking for ways to not spend every night alone in my apartment. I bought a two week pass to try out the Dallas Yoga Center which, fortunately for me, happened to be within walking distance of my apartment. I had first tried to go to a yoga…

  • Yoga, part 1

    I never intended for this post about how I really got into Yoga to be so long! I apparently didn’t think I had so much to say, so I’m going to break this blog post into a few so it won’t be so crazy… Many years and a few moons ago, I lived in Dallas.…

  • Dreaming

    “The dream is coming true.  You just have to believe,” I whispered to my brother and tried to get him to see things as I did.  The harder he worked, the better things would be if he knew that from the very beginning.  I didn’t want him to see the behavior of our relatives and…

  • The Shoes

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  It started as a joke, but then became suddenly serious. I never found what prompted Pete to take the joke as far as he did, but here we are. I was originally told the shoes belonged to his brother, and every time Jace made him mad, Pete would throw his…

  • Nabbed, Grabbed and Sneaked

    The day I found my mother going through the boxes in my closet was the day I knew I had to move out.  At nineteen, I knew it was time and it had been time for a while, but I had been hoping to save a little more money before I made the transition.  My…

  • The Earthquake

    “The very best part was when the curtain then fell off the wall and he didn’t even know we had curtains.  He stared at them like they came from space.”  I blabbed on about my how ex-boyfriend had reacted to the most recent, but small earthquake we experienced.  I didn’t even have time to get…

  • A Little About Me!

    This is a totally different post than I’ve ever done before! Especially since it’s not a fictional story, but a story about me! I’m aiming to make this blog a little more personal and let you know what is happening with my life and of course, my dog, Lovie. Lovie and I have just moved…

  • I Remember Everything

    I remember everything about the night Randall left. Every single detail. He had told me was just going out for a run and two weeks later, he was still gone. I knew by his demeanor something was going on, that something was happening. He usually didn’t go running on a Saturday afternoon, much less after…