by YeahWrite Editor | May 2, 2018 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Microprose, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
Sun Kissed The bulbs are up, the flowering trees blossoming. Many of the other trees still appear bare, with small leaf buds only visible if you look carefully. It looks like spring but the temperature is full-on summer today. I’m happy, even though it...
by YeahWrite Editor | Apr 25, 2018 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
Sign Here I have such bad timing luck when packages requiring an adult signature are delivered. Normally, I come home to the first notice, followed by the second notice and then have to pick up my package at the holding station. This week, unusually, two packages...
by YeahWrite Editor | Apr 18, 2018 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
Broadway Bound My younger son is on spring break this week. He is my Broadway buddy so we are going to see Dear Evan Hansen tomorrow (Thursday) night. We are those annoying people who have been listening to the soundtrack nonstop in my car for months and will still...
by YeahWrite Editor | Apr 11, 2018 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
Noise Pollution I have been hearing chainsaws and industrial-sized leaf blowers all week. The snow is finally gone and everyone’s yard is littered with branches and other debris. I get that the cleanup must happen. I just wish I didn’t have to listen to...
by YeahWrite Editor | Apr 4, 2018 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Microprose, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
The Doctor is Out I just spent two hours at urgent care because my teenage son picked a hangnail, which then became really infected. I have a Ph.D. in biology so sometimes I play doctor (for mild things, obviously) but this particular infection was not having my home...
by YeahWrite Editor | Mar 28, 2018 | Challenge, Fiction|Poetry, Nonfiction, Voting, YeahWrite
Talking Turkey A turkey walked beside me in the parking lot as I was heading to my yoga class this morning. He was singing a muted, pleasant song, and I wondered why he was alone. Typically, turkeys travel in rafters. Perhaps he was searching for his friends. Or maybe...
