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Category Archives: Oneline Story
Confessions on a Porch: Part Three
My next three days were surprisingly fantastic. I got to talk to my kids every day and there were no harsh exchanges between my ex and me. That was better than the usual results. Maybe I was growing or maybe he was getting more relaxed… Continue reading
Confessions on a Porch: Part Two
There was a fresh set of tire tracks on Amelia’s dirt driveway as I made my way up it. It had rained the night before and I hoped my rusty old heaper wouldn’t get stuck in the mud. The tires were balding and it was rear wheel drive. Even a city girl knew that didn’t make for a good country driving car. I got out of the car and my foot squished into the red muddy driveway. I looked down and saw half of my old white Reebok stuck in the mud. Oh well, not much I could do… Continue reading
Confessions on a Porch: Part One
Wheat fields gently rustled in the breeze as the winds picked up. In the distance, the sun slowly drifted below the horizon, hiding from the day. I was sitting on the porch with Amelia and we gently rocked; neither of us saying much of anything. It wasn’t that I didn’t try to have a conversation, or even a casual exchange for that matter. Amelia just chose not to respond to idle chatter, despite that being the very reason I was there. Continue reading
Two Weeks of Bring It On
I am a woman who absolutely loves the Olympics and everything they entail. The opening ceremonies usually amaze me and I really enjoy seeing some of the world’s best athletes compete on an international level. Overall, there is not one aspect of the games that I find blasé. Regardless if it is the Winter Games or Summer Games—count me in. Continue reading
Escape from Camp 14: No Escape from Reality
Wow…that’s the only word that comes to mind, yet a highly inadequate word when it comes to describing the harsh reality of Camp 14 and how North Korea values human life. It’s appalling and heart wrenching. Yet, when you read Escape from Camp 14 by Blaine Harden you can hardly cry… Continue reading
50 Shades of Grey Arouses Curiosity
It’s not often that a story with a theme centered on experimenting with a little bit of bondage, boundaries, and pleasure through pain makes the big time for sales. E L James finds herself in that situation with her first novel, 50 Shades of Grey. I went from never hearing of the story to receiving three emails about it, a few requests for my thoughts on it, and even seeing its cover staring me in the face when I picked up my Entertainment magazine. That was it, I had to read it. Now I can say that I’m intimately familiar with Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey, the two main characters in the colorful tale of Grey. Continue reading
The Sounds of Zumba, Part Four
You could hear the deep sigh echo through the entire house when Ava stepped on that scale, ready to find out the numbers that could only be revealed. It was a courageous act by Ava’s standards and she had no idea what to expect… Continue reading
The Sounds of Zumba, Part Three
It was time to Zumba. Ava made sure that everybody had every possible thing they needed to kick their days off taken care of. No interruption Zumba was one of her goals. The other one was to make it through her cardio revolution DVD without having anybody in the family find an opportunity to get a good chuckle at her… Continue reading
The Sounds of Zumba, Part Two
Ava got sweaty enough in twenty minutes to lose twenty pounds, or so she felt. The 20 minute Zumba express work-out made sure you really moved it for those twenty minutes. Although it didn’t jive with the sultry and sassy Zumba songs on the disc, Ava found herself thinking of the song, “I Like to Move It,” by Will-I-Am…. Continue reading
The Sounds of Zumba, Part One
It was crazy to believe that the person that was in the mirror was the same woman who’d danced so many nights away. Everything had changed. It wasn’t that life was anything short of great or rewarding. However, physically it was not what was ever desired or even acceptable. The physical self she stared at knew she wanted to go south some day. She just never dreamt that it would only be certain parts of her taking the trip. Something had to be done and there wasn’t a minute to spare.
Ava went over to the shelf in the basement. She was looking for something in specific. Truth be told, she’d made a very conscious decision to make sure it stayed out of sight. Now, it was time to be found. She stood up on a small stool and strained her eyes to see to the furthest corners of the shelf. She lifted up a small box that was full of junk and found it lying underneath, no longer hidden from the one who feared it. Ava reached out her hand and grabbed it… Continue reading
