Via the Word of The Day Challenge

Hiding in the trees was my childhood home and if I was needed you could find me there.When the bells rang that day, I ignored the eerie sound of the somber moment.

Not until I realized that the town was on fire did I feel uneasy. The torches of crazed men were setting everything in sight ablaze. The reckless marching continued to get closer. But marching towards what? The smoke tried to blind me but I wished it away. And when it cleared, I could see what they wanted. They wanted me. I was about to be completely surrounded by a fiery mob and I didn’t stir until they had closed in.

Then a soft clicking noise was heard before I snapped my fingers and vanished.

A Feather in My Hand

The Feather

I’m racing through the trees.

Normally, I would be worried about being so late. Tonight I’m not. Because I have a secret and it’s going to save me.

I know the others are looking for something to hang me from. I could say I know because I’m a witch but I actually overheard them.

I slow down at the approach to the cave but then I suddenly stop. Dead quiet and the air is thick with smoke. I turn around and run the other way, clutching the feather in my cold hand.


Via Genesis

Once upon a time

There was a world that was sublime

with fig leaves galore

Even at the general store

And anything but apples were the daily core

Of everybody’s diet

But like all women you know

There was one in the garden

Who ignored the word “No”

Didn’t care to obey

And liked to talk to snakes

And got her man into a lot of trouble

Because she was denying the obvious she deceived the dubious

Her motto and deemed creed :

“Instructions are for Adam’s but

Not for Eve’s”

“Why ,why ,why ,” she’d cry

“I like that tree but I’m not allowed to eat

Or even have a pet

Of the slithery set

And that became her battle cry

“Oh why ,god ,why ”

Poor Adam went deaf with

One rib less , then started to see red

Apples to apples were a catalyst

That eventually accumulated

in a watershed

of liquid depth and people said

“Somebody needs to build an ark”

But that’s another story….

Horror in the Shower

I failed to make sure my daughter was ready for adulting. Or at least the zombie apocalypse. Or this week: tiny spiders…

Spider intervention was not on the curriculum for my girl, obviously until … My daughter had a major problem in her first apartment today. She thinks she is going to be okay with being an an adult – she took care of a spider in her bathtub and didn’t die. I just listen and plan on telling my horror story… It’s more impressive than hers. Read them both and you decide, dear reader.

I present to you Exhibit A ,aka my spidey story: I was probably around 22 years old when I faced a similar problem. Here’s how that transpired: It was 4:30 in the morning and I had to shower for work. I stumbled into my bathroom and before turning on the water, stopped dead in my tracks. There was a spider in my bathtub and it was the biggest spider in the world. Seriously. I didn’t have a clue what I was going to do, except the obvious: Wake my grandfather up and have him take care of it. He wasn’t too happy with me but he was a real trooper, with plenty of experience in this department. I was sorry for having to wake him up but … Before the de-spider-ing task, he asked me why I didn’t just flush it down the shower drain. I pointed at spiderhim. My grandfather was impressed by the size. I felt better knowing that Papaw understood that the size of the eight-legged monstrosity prohibited that from happening.

And my daughter’s one :

She sees a spider in her tub- a black spider with a red spot and thinks it’s a black widow. Omg, the horror. She runs. Out the front door with her MacBook and Googles the information. She soon knew that the spider was an adorable little shy jumper. Nothing like black widows who are scary. Then, I have to listen to more than a few minutes on this spider and a half hour on bug bombs. My husband and agree she could not have one or three, as she says. Bug bombs that are. After careful deliberation on going to ask the office if she could kill all the spiders in Lubbock, Texas… I tell her that they will probably exterminate for her. Spiders, people. Bless her heart- she is a little bit of a princess but still amazes me how appreciative she is. She bragged on the office and how maintenance already has taken care of the dishwasher and she is speechless with joy when I tell her that they can take care of spiders, too. Topped off with a friend ’s mom that makes homemade bug spray completes her excitement. Running from the bathroom and out her front door, frantic because she had no idea what to do.

In summary, she has no idea where the itsy bitsy spider is now – she assumed it ran down the drain on its own – I don’t tell her it’s probably hiding from her in the bathroom.

She somberly says that she probably scared him to death. And laughs. So the dramatics and squeaking and operatic wailing were not in vain, and the spider wasn’t either.

I tell her my story. She shudders and says “East Texas must suck .”

*editors note: Rowen is also 22 and not as tough as her badass mom.


I remember the strangest things about yesterday. The temperature inside the car when we decide to get tea and the way the sun hit my daughter’s platinum blonde hair. She looked like a doll in a dreamy, ethereal way that could easily break, with porcelain skin that was almost translucent. It was 109, and the heat seemed to have a life force of its own. I think it took me a little bit by surprise that I didn’t melt in the sunshine.

Instead of suffering the melting heat like all Texans, we drove through the bank to get money instead of going inside. The girl at the drive-thru looked familiar. I commented that I think she was named Meagan. My daughter wasn’t interested but wanted to hear about the meteor that a coworker of her dad had found – but since NASA denied the claims, it became more intriguing. It was the uneducated consensus that it was a coverup. It was probably a piece of the space shuttle that exploded in the 1980s since it was found in Fairfield, Tx. This was exciting for the armchair astrophysics department in our small part of the world. Which was unsubstantiated scientific research that consisted of “Flat Earther’s “, other planetary inhabitants that mimicked humans and people that held the government responsible for all of the above.

We talked about driving and how to avoid an accident by watching others to avoid an accident. At the four-way stop on the square. I paused for a second, even though none was in sight and there was no one to run the flashing red light. I paused because I always do.  I was as cautious driving like any other day. A lady honked at, me because I paused too long to avoid a truck driving too fast.

Later that day, after we left the grocery store, we are happy and almost home . Then , out of nowhere, a lady ran a stop sign while I was on a roundabout. I heard my daughter screaming when pshe appeared out of nowhere. I hit my brake and prayed for God to help us . Because there it was, unavoidable and ominous, staring me in the face. Another vehicle. The one person I have always strived to protect was in the passenger’s seat.

You make driving look so easy mom.

I reply that it is easy, you just watch out for others who aren’t paying attention.  And never take your eyes off the road, one moment may be all it takes to avoid a tragedy.”

Why didn’t I see the car speeding through the stop sign and barreling towards us? Why do I only remember my daughter’s screams and none of the other things we talked about? How did I think to turn the steering wheel in the direction of the oncoming car to avoid it hitting my daughter’s side of the cart? Did I do that? Or did I just pray that it would hit me and not her? How did I remain unhurt? How did we both?

Why did I think I could have avoided this by being better than human?

I had no moment of clarity, levity or even terror. I had no time. I opened my eyes to see smoke and airbags deployed like huge shapeless masses. I felt relief – until I remember I wasn’t alone. I screamed for my child and she crying, answered me,

Are you hurt? Get out of the car”


I fumbled for the door and couldn’t stop shaking.

I’m a nurse. I can handle stress. Life and death. Code blue, I can bring you back to life. So why was I crying like a baby? Sitting in the back of an ambulance crying hysterically unable to sign my name? I couldn’t think what to do .

I can be the first on site in an accident and be calm as I help get you to safety.  I am in my element when saving your life.

You can trust me, please let me help you. You’re ok, please don’t worry. “

As I sit in the smoking car with my daughter, trembling hands and shaky voice ,I am not calm.

I start crying when people are asking how we are.

Who am I? What happened to the girl who could handle it? Where is she? She needs to get herself together. She is capable and needs to stop acting like a blubbering crybaby.

I am ashamed of the most human part of my reaction and a few times I apologize for being upset. I don’t have to apologize for crying but I do it anyway and the EMTs, police, and firefighters are silent. They are not the same as the people who have stopped to help. They are doing the job of the first responders. I realize that I’m the same as them in a crisis. I don’t show emotion either but I hope I have kind eyes.

The first thing I did not want was to be seen as a casualty. I realize that they didn’t either. They told me as much in their eyes.

I forced myself to drive two days later. I think it was a tribute to my guardian angel who I think is my grandfather, who taught me how to drive. Or maybe my grandmother. Or maybe my aunt. Maybe it was the Volvo I was driving. But I’m not going to lie, I think I’m blessed. Thank you, God. You are always there.

I drive defensively everyday .

But sometimes, you need divine intervention.