I was my daughter’s first patient for a cleaning.
“Her chance to get even,” said a friend.
But our relationship isn’t like that.
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
I was my daughter’s first patient for a cleaning.
“Her chance to get even,” said a friend.
But our relationship isn’t like that.
I had my photograph taken with a camera like that. It feels like it happened a hundred years ago; it was only 40-some.
Today’s prompt: GHOST.
So, for this post,
I tried some vellum —
But you can tell I’m
Missing the mark.
Larks in the dark

“What letters should I use when I introduce you?” I asked. “BS? MS?”
“There’s also MSLA,” she replied. “But most important is DIL.”
I’m really struggling when I resort to limericks. Please help!
There once was a man named Dickens
Who needed to exit some chickens
My daughter-in-law sent me a link to collage prompts for February.
I’ll call this one “Vacationing Among Cacti” or “Walk in the Desert.”
Photographs of six books I’m currently reading with explanatory notes in pictures. (Word-count cheating, I know.)
How about you? What are you reading?
There once was a woman named Sally
Who was trying so hard to rally
To post every day
But she’d nothing to say
February is pretty, don’t you think?
It’s like living in a snow-globe.
I suppose I could complain about the cold.
But I won’t.