Flashbacks for 2015

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Recipe for Joy

Clean snow + sweetened condensed milk = snow cream

Happy kids.

Happy life.

Happy New Year.



The sky is gray.

The slush is gray.

The lake is gray.

But what if we called them “silver”? What a rich world it is!



SHAKESPEARE: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow!

WIND: Okay.

SHAKESPEARE: Enough, already.

WIND: Too bad about you.

(keeps on blowing)



Sama halts, enemy soldiers coming at her.

She drags her dagger across her bicep.

Her blood floats into the air and forms a huge red dragon.

Sama has never been defeated.


Final Curtain

Best play I’ve been in. Best cast ever.

“A toast,” I say, “to us.”

We drink.

I can’t bear to say goodbye.

If the poison works, I won’t have to.



“She’s smart, beautiful, and she can cook,” he said, smiling proudly at me.

That’s when I told him. “I was born a man. But I’m a woman in my heart.”

Silent all dinner, he finally said, “In mine, too.”


Safety Tip

If you get lost in the woods, they say, stay in one place.

So I am.

Not difficult, with one foot in a bear trap.



“Remember that President who got in trouble over DNA on a dress?”


“Remember the swimsuit Sue left here?”


“Remember that divorce lawyer I know?”



When it’s cold, we go south.

When it’s hot, we go north.

Follow the geese, follow the crops, follow the Dream.



Faded. Skeletal. Withered.

If I fall from this high place, I will not drift, but I will crunch beneath the heel of mortality.


Gift List

For a high hill, for a deep moat, for strong walls, for strong soldiers, for well-made bows, for countless arrows, for secure water, for massive stores of food, we thank Thee.

For needing them, not so much.


Eternal Question

He entered, leaving the portal wide.

“Close the door,” she said. “Were you born in a barn?”

And Jesus gave her such a look.

Go to the Flashbacks link for all years’ Hot Flashes.


I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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