It’s supposed to be a nice night out, my first dinner out with friends since surgery. The long, dark winter …
Lightning raced across the sky. In the flash, she saw his face, blue and pained. She groped the bedside table for …
Few things transport us to an earlier place or time as instantaneously as a smell. Memory is locked in scent. …
School is closed today. Ice and snow and arctic winds made their way into Southwest Ohio. I’m sitting at the …
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Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.
—Ray Bradbury (1920 – 2012)
Writing a book is like giving birth. You figure the stupidest girl in the class did it, so how hard can it be?
— Erma Bombeck
© Cherie Cooper-Darragh and trescherie, 2012
birdsong and soft breeze the sun darts behind white clouds tender green leaves: spring
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.