Picture yourself standing in front of the house, apartment, flat, whatever type of building you grew up in. If you lived in more than one place, choose the one that holds the most memories. Take a moment to look around. Scan from one side to the other. What do you see? What do you smell? What do you hear? Take some deep breaths as you see this scene. Mentally take a walk to where you often walked: School, library, playground, theater, skating rink, store. Picture yourself on this walk. What did your neighborhood smell like? What did you hear as you walked along? Just Write~!
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What’s bugging you? . . . Prompt #845
Writing Prompt:What’s bugging you? Just Write! #amwriting #iamawriter #justwrite
Relinquishing the Wagon
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Relinquish the Wagon By CM Riddle Many of us go through life dragging a wagon behind us. Gripping the handle, we continue to pull it along while we try grasping at things ahead of us with the other hand. Imagine how much more we could attain if only we could bring ourselves to release that dang wagon. What could possibly be so important in that wagon, you may ask. Well, there’s a lot of history in it, I will tell you that. It is packed with cherished memories and painful experiences. It gets heavier every year. The grudges weigh a lot, and the guilt slows your pace. But with every step, tugging your wrist, pulling your elbow, and making those broad shoulders, which carry the weight of the world, so weary your, grip begins to slip….
A contest you won, or almost won . . . Prompt #844
Write about a contest you won OR came close to winning OR wish you had won #justwrite #amwriting #imawriter
Any Haircut Is Better With a Smile
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Any Haircut Is Better With a Smile By DSBriggs My hair is what? Old, graying and instead of wiry, fine. Since I have been retired my hair style is whatever takes no work and usually in need of a trim or cut. Haircuts, however, are so darned expensive that to save money I used cut-rate clip-joints. I decided to let my hair grow out. It eventually came down to my shoulders. I tried to wear it back with a French braid or bun or even a pony tail. This dream came crashing down when I no longer had the hand strength or coordination to use rubber bands designed for fine hair. Too klutzy to use hair accessories like combs or claws or barrettes, I resorted to clips. My friends were too kind to tell me that really…
Grandma Carrie
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page. Grandma Carrie By Robin Mills I remember the scent of my grandma Carrie, slightly sour mixed with ivory soap. I remember the click of her heels, the kidney shaped metal cleat meant to prolong the life of shoe soles tapping on the cold hard tile floor of their Palm Springs apartment. I remember seeing the white hoop cheese she used to stuff her home-made blintzes, nestled between her front teeth when she leaned in to whisper something in my ear, and her thick toenails covered in shiny red polish. Grandma Carrie came across the ocean as a child with her mother, from Kiev, fleeing pogroms and leaving behind some of her ten siblings who would never follow, only to be lost to concentration camps. They settled, living in a New York walk-up, likely shared with more…
What are you tired of? . . . Prompt #842
Writing Prompt: What are you tired of? #justwrite #iamwriting #iamawriter
Dastardly Deeds . . . Prompt #841
Writing Prompt: Dastardly Deeds that someone did to you. Dastardly Deeds you did. Have you forgiven them? Have you forgiven yourself? Can you? What would it take to forgive?
Write a letter to someone who . . . Prompt #840
Someone took care of you when you were little. A mother, father, grandparent, aunt, uncle, sibling. Hopefully there was someone you could rely on. Someone who helped you learn things, how to navigate life. Most of us had someone we could count on. And if we didn’t have that, we learned to make-do, to take care of ourselves. Who helped you learn about life? Who gave you advice? Who could you turn to? Write a letter to that person. Something to think about when writing this letter: You can heal your life. Just Write!
A mother figure . . . Prompt #839
Maybe you have biological children, or adopted children, maybe you were, or are, a mother figure to someone. Maybe you have taken care of, or are still, taking care of someone. Write about someone you are caring for . . . either as mother, grandmother, aunt, sister, spouse, partner, sibling, friend. Someone you are responsible for. Or someone you do things for. It could be big things: Cook, take to doctor visits, oversee finances. It could be little things. Write about a person who trusts you, who calls on you, who looks forward to being with you. A friend. Write about being a mother, a mother figure, a caretaker, or someone who other people depend on. If that doesn’t work, write about dreams you had . . . when you were a teenager, when you were dreaming of your future, what did you envision? Just write!