Writing Prompt: Sirens

Whenever I hear sirens, I think of Sister Liska, the older-than-dirt nun from my childhood parish (may she rest in peace). She’d tell us, “Whenever you hear sirens, say a prayer for whoever is in trouble.” And for a long time, that’s exactly what I did. But then…

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Las Vegas

I sat on the dining room floor with my 13-month-old daughter. The slider door was open and fresh air wafted through the screen. She pressed the button on her musical toy and it played one of its regular melodies, but she looked out onto the backyard and our neighborhood. I…

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Writing Prompt: In the Rain

Running clothes on, baby in arms. I'm ready to go. Just need to close the back door. Wet deck. Rain falling. Crap. What do I do now? Forgo my efforts at exercise? Resign to being trapped inside? Rain traps us in our homes, in our cars, in our offices. It…

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Finding Mindfulness

As a mom of a 13 month old daughter, I’m usually starting to get ready for bed at 9pm. But, last Thursday night, after I left the library at 8pm, instead of heading home for a nightcap and an early bedtime, I drove downtown for a yoga event conducted…

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Writing Prompt: Tattoos

I have always imagined my grandmother as a bird. She died when I was 5 years old from breast cancer. My mother said she was always looking down on us; I didn't understand much about angels, but angels had wings and birds had wings, and I liked the idea of…

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