by Stacie Dalrymple | May 1, 2019 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Microprose, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
O I spy a cuckoo, a cuckoo, a cuckoo It’s the merry month of May, although quite a few folks in the USA and Canada can be forgiven for wondering if they woke up in the wrong hemisphere this week! But where I am (and, I hear, where Rowan and Christine are)...
by Stacie Dalrymple | Apr 24, 2019 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
Spring in My Step After many days of rain, we finally have sun in New England! Plus, the trees are sprouting leaves, and it finally feels like actual spring, which makes me happy. Rowan is rolling her eyes, since she’s a winter person, but at least one of us is...
by Stacie Dalrymple | Apr 17, 2019 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
Pee-Yew I saw a hooded skunk in my yard today, which was a big surprise considering they are local to the southwestern US and no where near New England. I’ve been wondering all day how it made its way to far-away Massachusetts. The iNaturalist app only has one...
by Stacie Dalrymple | Apr 13, 2019 | Fiction|Poetry, Kickoff, Nonfiction, YeahWrite
Prey Drive I spied my first coyote of the spring in the woods today, or rather my dog Tango did, which means more are on the way. They tend to be very active as the new pups arrive, so it’s time to be a bit more vigilant and maybe let the daydreaming fall by the...
by Stacie Dalrymple | Apr 10, 2019 | Fiction|Poetry, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
Clothes Pile I need to get my act together and clean out my closet. Now (for the past 8 years) that I spend most of my time in sweatpants or yoga pants, I have way too many clothes. I put real clothes on only about twice per week, and by real clothes, I mean jeans or...
by Stacie Dalrymple | Apr 3, 2019 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Microprose, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
For Shame My dog Buster split his toenail last Sunday and has been wearing the “cone of shame” and on antibiotics for the past week. I finally de-coned him today, and he’s much happier, obviously. I’m happier too, since it’s pretty sad to...
