It has been almost exactly one year since I've posted here. It's hard for me to believe how time has gone by so quickly. I just turned 50. An entirely new age group. I'm still continuing to deal with how this happened and what it means.
In the meantime I am trying to get back to writing more, which means blogging more, and one of the best things I ever did, back in the day, was start doing 100 Word Challenge. So, I am going to make a commitment to do this each week.
You can view other responses and the prompt here.
This week's word is "tradition."
to all
a good night
a Santa’s sled
glows red
from the top
of a mountain
inside a metal container.
brown cardboard boxes,
flaps worn, tape exhausted
“books” scrawled in uneven hand.
some neglected, few unread.
the frame of a bed,
source of
an argument
with my mother.
a nod to our only tradition.
clear tape twinkles in the
darkness,
slashes of marker advise:
donate, keep, or family piece.
disassembled evergreen; family in
pieces.
inside the box
that mountain left undisturbed.
a reprieve from the task at hand.
door rattles shut, money
flutters out of my purse
down
the gravel
drive
and out of sight.
