I am extremely embarrassed by praise or awards. Call me weird, anti-social or terror stricken; these words match me very well. I was stuck for a polite response to a Blog Award I received in a comment, so I fretted and said nothing, but felt the guilt of silence weighing heavily upon me, so I…
Abrupt Abridged Austere A...A...A... Brief Basic Bunny B...B...B... Dr. Seuss for logophiles
Not Gibberish, but still talking with her mouth full.
This was written in response to https://mstoywhisperer.wordpress.com/2015/01/25/three-girls-and-a-dad/ My fourteen month old is a hummer. From birth, she has hummed and grumbled while eating. "Mmmmmm-mmmm-mmm gmmmm-gmmmmum-mum" So you like peanut butter and jelly? "mmmmmmmmmmmmum, myum,myum, huh, huh." Are you done chewing yet? "hew-whih? Hi, bah gaw geh hah ah ha nyeh nya yabba yabba yeh mm-huh"…
Daily Prompt: Pleased to meet you. Sarcasm meets Purity
"Write a post in which the protagonists of two different books or movies meet for the first time. How do they react to each other? Do they get along?" Sophia has a habit of attracting attention from tormented Vampires. Lestat, as a "young" arrogant Vampire has a habit of attracting the ire of ancient vampires.…
A Cough. No, I Guess Not
A cough, then I heard a piece of paper rip. Not a slow tear, but the fast rip of "I'm done with this piece of paper forever." Symbolic dreaming again? What am I done with now? Am I fed up with the paperwork I must do to stay alive, eating and breathing. Find the 1"…
In Good Company
Held in the highest esteem we raise our children cherish our partners honor our parents hug our cats and dogs yet we choose to neglect ourselves. Women are strong. We carry children in our bodies they cling to our spines for ten months, not nine. We endure scrutiny and sacrifice at others expense to provide…
It All Started at 5am
The roaring in my ears woke me once again. it was at a different pace than the snoring that I can sleep to from my bear. My mind raced to figure out why I was trapped in an avalanche underwater on the second floor. Or, why do I get to hear my blood rushing around…
Who in the world is my dream reader?
A poet who will mentor me to the epiphany of clarity. An editor with a swashbuckling red pen and a kind heart. A loyal reader who downloads my first book of poems. A kindred spirit who has time to read with empathy. I can truly say that my audience will crave poetry. Maybe not even…
“who I am and why I’m here”
My pen name is Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie. Why the anonymity? Freedom to express what I need to get out of my head without fear of having it used against me...again. It's such a long story, with drama, angst and tears. Maybe I'll write more about it, but probably not here. Writing has been part and parcel…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 