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Daily Prompt 
The Mirror Crack’d.
You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?



If there were no mirrors I would no longer have to see my mother reflected in my face.

I used to think I took after my dad’s end of the gene pool. That’s where I got the red highlights in my hair. But age has brought my mother’s features into focus. Our facial structure, our eye shape is sadly similar. The older I get, the more I look like her.

Our features are similar, but her face had a mean look to it. That’s not just my perception, familiar as I am with her sharp edges. My friend saw it too. When Peg first saw a photo of my mom she said, “She looks evil.” Peg didn’t know that much about my mom; she’s just very perceptive.

Mom’s dishwater-blonde hair was usually hidden in twists crisscrossed with bobby-pins that poked me when I got too close. It looked like it would hurt, the way she sectioned off her head with a rat-tail comb and pushed those bobby-pins across her scalp. But her head was hard; calloused maybe, from all that friction.

“What happened to your hair?” she asked when I started wearing it short.

“I got it cut. What happened to yours?” I answered, surprised at what had just come out of my mouth. I saw her flinch. She was in no position to be critiquing hair-dos.  Her hair looked like dead grass with bangs.

If there were no mirrors I would check my reflection in windows or kettles or birdbaths to make sure that my bangs were not hanging straight across the brow, the way she wore them.  That’s when I see her the most, when my bangs are  straight across or when I’m scowling or mad.

In a world without mirrors, I would still remind myself daily to smile.    I look least like her when I’m smiling.






Spotted Knapweed


Centaurea maculosa



Spotted knapweed is in bloom, down by the river and up in the mountains.   It’s so pretty,  how dare they call it a noxious weed!


But it takes over, emitting a chemical that makes it hard for other plants to grow.

These frayed looking pink  blossoms are winning the fray.


Weekly Photo Challenge – Fray.


Let’s Consider The Potential Socio-Econmic Impact of Unrestricted Tunnelling

Daily Prompt  Tunnel Vision.

You’ve been given the ability to build a magical tunnel that will quickly and secretly connect your home with the location of your choice — anywhere on Earth. Where’s the other end of your tunnel?

Dear Daily Prompt,

Please be informed that, due to conscientious objections I decline to participate in today’s Magical Tunnel offer.

Sure, we have the ability, but we must ask ourselves, Is it wise, everybody tunneling willy-nilly through the earth? Is it prudent?

Do we fully understand the impact our tunneling would have on the planet? Would our intersecting paths weaken the earth’s layers, causing landslides and sinkholes, earthquakes and tidal waves? What if a tunnel intersects oil or natural gas? How will tunneling effect the earth’s molten core?

What rights do property owners have, should someone’s tunnel terminate on their private property? What rights do Tunnelers have and what regulations must they abide by?
What safety equipment will be mandatory for Tunnellers? Who will be liable when Tunnellers are injured?

What immigration laws will apply? Will arriving Tunnellers be tested for contagious diseases?

What about national security? What types of searches will Tunnellers be subjected to?

Too many questions remain unanswered. Too much is at stake. Please, reconsider and withdraw your reckless offer.

Susan B. Raven

Funny Girl


Daily Prompt  Uncanned Laughter.  A misused word, a misremembered song lyric, a cream pie that just happened to be there: tell us about a time you (or someone else) said or did something unintentionally funny.


Four year old Ellie and I were eating jellybeans when she said, “I wonder what would happen if we planted these jellybeans?”

That set me off.  “Maybe a giant jelly-beanstalk would grow way up, through the clouds, up to the sky and….”

“No,” she says.  “I think they would just get dirt on them.”


Smart kid.


One day Ellie and I were blowing bubbles on the front porch when she took notice of the triangle shaped dinner bell and thought it would be cool if we could use it to make triangle shaped bubbles.

“That would be cool,”  I said.  “What if we could make square bubbles?  Or rectangles?”

Ellie got excited and her eyes got big.  “Or dodecahedrons?!”

Dodecahedrons!   Yes, of course!

The things they learn in preschool these days!



In A Timely Manner

Daily PromptOff the Shelf.
Take a look at your bookcase. If you had enough free time, which book would be the first one you’d like to reread? Why?

I want to reread all those books I loaned out and never saw again. My Susan Jacoby books and my Ingersoll book that I loaned to Marcia; my bird books, loaned to Karin.

 It’s my own fault.   I’m too eager to share good books with people I like; people with similar interests. I loan books to people who I’m sure will return them. People who, I assume,  live by the code of always returning borrowed things in a timely manner.  

But stuff happens. Marcia had to escape a psychotic roommate. I couldn’t ask her to go back in for my books.

Karin asked me if I needed my books back and I said, Oh, that’s okay, take your time. I keep thinking she’ll have them, next time I see her.  I don’t think she’s reading them.  I wonder if she even knows where they are. 

I want to keep all the books I really like, even if I never do re-read them.  

I’m telling you this to avoid writing a book report.


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