There once was a lass dressed serene,
On Saint Patrick's Day—but no green!
She stepped out with pride,
Till the crowd quickly eyed--
Now she’s dodging each pinch in between!

I can't believe I forgot to wear my green today at work! But to be fair, I've been dealing with a sick partner with RSV and a son who went to the ER for kidney stones, so I'm just happy I managed to put on clothes! Oh, well. 
​Always next year!  ​

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BAD HAIRCUT? - TBD

Fifty-four.
Not young enough for fringe bangs
yet that’s exactly what I chose to do today.
Can I pull this off?
Damn, I hope so.

(25 Words / Title not included in count) 

It wasn’t what I could see that intrigued me, but what I couldn’t. The square framed art wrapped in Christmas paper, hanging on the wall, drew my attention.

I pointed. “What’s that all about?”

The shop owner came to stand next to me, staring at the wrapped wall art, too. “They are a mystery, a beautiful gift for the curious enough buyer.”

“But what if I buy it and don’t like it once I take the paper off?” The whole thing made no sense.

The shop owner turned to me. “But what if you end up loving everything about it?” 

(100 Words Exactly)

I never knew her without a cigarette between her fingers or the smell of her smoky habit permeating her clothes, her hair, her furniture, her everything. I picture her still with a cup of sugary cream coffee in one hand and a curl of smoke rising from the cigarette in her other, having been lit with the last cigarette inhaled.

A chain smoker - I hadn't understood that term as a child, but that was my Grandma Dorothy. One cigarette right after another, never without.

Didn't all grandma's do this?

As a kid, that was all I knew. Unfortunately, her smoking habit was ultimately what took her away - carotid artery.

Damn her smoking - but I knew her no other way, and honestly, I don't think she knew herself any other way either.


(I chose prompt #1 and #2)

I wish my mind was still 
but it is constantly rattling like rusty chains, 
grasping at the cardboard packages of each day
that life hands me. 
My brain cannot stop its ability to search and scan
everything
in an attempt to understand
the dark colony of thoughts
that plague my peace,
causing me to lose time,
and crunch time
together all at once.
How my life, and your life, and their life
fits together, 
perhaps I'm not meant to know. 
but I have a hunch
this is exactly the way
it's supposed to be. 

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LUXURY REDEFINED
Nothing here is extravagant.
No marble halls,
no chandeliers.

Only this:
my partner’s hand in mine,
my children’s voices calling on the phone,
work that matters,
friends who stay,
a home that welcomes all,
family close enough to gather,
tea warming my palms,
audible stories in my ears,
​paddleboarding on lakes,
dancing music in the background,
sunlight on my face.
​
And the sudden understanding
that luxury was never the noise of abundance--
it was always this quiet wealth
of simple things
refusing to be ordinary.

                                                                                                                   THAT is luxurious to me. 

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OHHHH, BABY! When I saw that this week's Song Lyric Sunday prompt was to find a song with an attention grabbing opener, I knew EXACTLY which one I gravitated to. And then, to top it off, today is Women's International Day, marking 115 years of advocacy of marking women's equality, and I felt like some good ol' Florence + Machine would be great! 

As a woman, who doesn't feel like screaming? And the older I get I find myself wanting to scream more and more, no longer holding my tongue, especially now in these crazy days. 

So, what a better attention grabber than to have a song start of almost in a hymnal/angelic church-like feel and then HIT you out of nowhere with actual witchy shrieks and screaming? You're definitely going to sit up a little taller for sure.  

Also, for disclaimer purposes, I'm in my FULLY embracing all things witchy phase of life. As a 54 year old woman, I'm relating more and more to the "witches" that were burned in Salem. Had I been born at that time, I, too, wouldn't have made it out of there alive. 

In the reflection of the glass, I see the world I had dreamed of my entire life – the big city where aspirations come true. Except mine, apparently. How many auditions can one girl be turned down for? Seriously. I mean, give me a non-speaking, stand in the corner, and open the door part. Heavens, I’d take that! Let my higher education not go to waste! But no, I need to go inside and start serving tables. I sigh and head toward the door. My phone pings, the screen brightens, and I read, “Congrats! Second call backs for Chicago’s Roxie Hart!”

(100 Words Exact)

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This Week's Questions:

• 1. Do you forgive and forget, or forgive but remember.
  
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  2. If someone has hurt you deeply, do you avoid them, cut them out of your life, or carry on as usual?
  
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  3.  If you could be a wild animal, what would that be?
  
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  4.  What colour are your eyes?

My Answers: 
1. I don't forget. I just don't. Do me wrong, it will have imprinted upon me. I can forgive, though. I've forgiven a lot in my life. Many times over. 

2. I'm 54. I think I've a bit of all three throughout my life at one point or another. It truly depends on the person, the circumstance, and what I feel I can live with. My peace is important to me, and if cutting you out brings me peace, then bye, bye. 

3. If I was a wild animal...hmmm. I guess I would want to be one of those baby squirrels that fell out of a residential tree and then was rescued and loved by a lesbian. That way I would be treated FABULOUSLY and get to live inside a house, being pampered, and possibly become a sensation on social media. So, I'd start off wild, but then become wildly domesticated and a star :)

4) My eyes are a deep brown. I love them! Always have.  

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​There once was a zombie so grim,
With eyeballs all sunken and dim.
With a shamble and sway,
It hunted its prey--
And let out a hiss while dragging a limb.

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