Muse

Flights of fanciful writings touch down in the form of short stories, character descriptions, and whimsical thoughts.

 

The Challenge of #LittleFiction

The Challenge of #LittleFiction

At the beginning of June, an Instagram challenge hosted by @jennybravobooks floated into my view thanks to @meghangorecki. The challenge was to write a #LittleFiction every day of the month. When I bopped into the challenge, I already knew I wouldn’t be able to do every day. But, flash fiction has always deeply intimidated. Writing short anything has never been my gift. I am wordy. I just am. And I accept it. But, trying out #LittleFiction was pretty fun for...
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One Instant Doesn’t Define You

One Instant Doesn't Define You

Like most, I try to shake mistakes off and move on. I like to offer other human beings the benefit of the doubt: maybe that guy who just cut me off has a in-labor wife, maybe that snippy comment stemmed from a sleepless night, maybe my friend is too busy to text me back. Some days, I pick up litter and keep up with the news with TheSkimm. But sometimes, I don’t even realize that my thinking has gotten a little whacked...
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7 Reasons I Love Aerial Silks

aerialist in crossback straddle

Sometimes I daydream about being able to fly. Yes, ridiculous, I know. But, I’ve always loved flying. While others say that flying in airplane terrifies them, I love it. So much so, I’ve considered getting my pilot license. But, then, one day, I learned that you could fly without wings. In the circus industry, any type of aerial silks, trapeze, pole, or hoop are considering flying. As an addict to adventure, whether physically traveling to a new country to exploring...
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Practicing the Presence of God: Making It Harder Than It Is

I slammed my pencil down on my math notebook, where half-worked problems sprawled. “I can’t do this!!!!” From the den, the computer chair creaked, and the soft thump of my mom’s step signaled her approach. I collapsed over my math textbook, notebook, and scratch paper. She needed to know that this was too hard, and it was hopeless, and I would never get it. I jutted out my lip. My mom pulls out the chair next to me. “What’s going...
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In Memoriam of 2016: A Poem

In Memoriam of 2016

In Memoriam of 2016, I’ve written this poem (well, really, for every year past). May it make you chuckle and breathe relief as we move from one year past to one year new. A word from Barbara, Lady Tennysdaughter, who sends her thanks for the thoughtful year, witty friends, and silly twists.   Ring out, cell phone, to the wild sky, The flying yell, the frosty trill: The year is dying from the mill; Ring out, cell phone, and let...
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