Ten Things of Thankful – Gratitude Abounds

I am thankful for texting.



Each week we gather to share gratitude at the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop, currently hosted by Josie.  I’m thankful every minute for the technology I hold in my hand – my iPhone.  Whether I’m snapping photos, talking to friends or family, or texting here and there (but not while driving), I am thankful.  Gratitude can be found everywhere, and I decided to share some text messages with you – ones that give and accept gratitude.

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Six Sentence Story – Shed

Did you say Six Sentence Story?

Each week Denise invites us to share a story in six sentences.  Sounds simple, but like all good challenges, not always easy.   I’m sharing her quote from Dorothy Parker, “I hate writing.  I love having written”.

Every day, an hour and a half each way, I ride a commuter bus to work.

When I’m not catching up on the sleep that eludes me at night or reading the latest download to my Kindle, I play a people watching game, without making any eye contact, of course.

Do you suppose the two ladies, similarly dressed in black trousers and colorful blouses, work at the same office, or perhaps they are taking the bus into the city to see a show today?

How about that guy with the mustache who certainly looks like he has a bit of a creeper aspect;  can’t you  tell by the cast of eyes when he turns his neck to watch the riders boarding?

I inadvertently meet the penetrating eyes of the grungy man as he makes his way down the center aisle,  wondering how he would look if he shed the plaid shirt and baggy jeans,  yet helplessly lost in the depth of intensity of his eyes.

Do you think he’ll take the empty seat beside me?



Six Sentence Story bloghop.  Join the fun by reading or writing or both.



Ten Things of Thankful -Jersey Shore Edition







Today, not the summer solstice,  marks the official beginning of summer at the Jersey Shore.  As a long time resident of the area I can tell you things will not be the same around here until after Labor Day.  The traffic is horrific and the prices soar sky high.  Lots of people with little care for the ocean environment and a large sense of entitlement descend upon our lovely shore towns – we call them Bennies.  Here for the benefits, without respect for the area.  In spite, or because of, summer is still my favorite season and my ten things of thankful this week are dedicated this time of the year.

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Six Sentence Story – Flexible

Life imitates art, or is it the other way around?

I’m a sporadic contributor to this blog-hop.  It’s not that I don’t want to join in each and every week.  It’s not at all that I don’t have stories to tell.  It’s not that I don’t want to share some of my stories (well, maybe just a little), but I discovered, through a conversation with Clark, that maybe there was another perspective on the process that might help.  You see, I contemplate the cue as the inspiration for the story each week and sometimes the story eludes me.   In his process the story is first, and he fits the cue into it.  Simple, maybe not easy,  but duh, slap myself in the head.


Clare entered through the garage that was always left open and rapped lightly on the door that led into the spacious home in the senior complex, opening it and shouting, “Hello, dad, I’m here”.

Her stepfather never answered;he didn’t hear well, even with devices to help, so she always wondered if this was the time she was going to find his ancient body at eternal rest.

She dreaded that time, and yet the thought of his peaceful passing offered some comfort and release from the reluctant care-giving role she had assumed because supposedly, her schedule was the most flexible, and she was closer in proximity than the other children.

They never expected him, after his triple bypass surgery and the passing of their mother, whose strength and practicality had kept the family together, to last this long, but he had surprised them all.

She walked through the hallway into the kitchen, listening for the tap of his cane as he made his way from the recliner, asking, “how are you doing, today?”

“I’m doing just fine.”


Denise offers a cue each week to a group of writers who share stories and writing styles.  No matter what the process or the cue, the rules are the same.  A story (poem, memoir, fiction or my favorite – fictionalized reality) in six sentences.


Ten Things of Thankful – Late Again

What Time is It?


Is Monday the new normal for Saturday?  Thankfully there is always plenty of time to link up with the Ten Things of Thankful blog hop and share gratitude with friends from all over the Blogosphere.   And we can thank (there’s number one) Josie for hosting and for leaving us plenty of time to share, late, early or right on time.

For your listening pleasure:


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Ten Things of Thankful – Retrospect.

Musing thankful.

There’s always plenty of time to share a list of thankfuls.  The party, hosted by Josie, starts each week on Friday and continues through to Tuesday.  I usually try to share my post on Saturday, but this week has been quite busy so here I am on Monday morning looking at the week in retrospect.

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Six Sentence Story – Echo

Telling a story from an alternate perspective.

Well, Clark reeled me into his writing web.  Perhaps you, like I, found his “ghost” writer in Lisa Listwa last week.  Well, this week, the ghost is me.  Putting aside all the feelings of insecurity, (can I do it?  I’m not as good as they are.  What if. . . ?), I am telling his tale from an alternate perspective.

Misty Meadows was glued to the window, the silk robe falling off her lithe and toned shoulders,  just a peek of the turquoise g-string and bra-lette showing through the gossamer fabric, staring at the action unfolding in front of the club.

Ever since she had proved to her boss, Lou, that she could keep her mouth shut in certain circumstances involving the law, he’d been her champion.

She watched with the trace of a sardonic smile on her cherry-red lips as he got in the face of that sleazebag bouncer; she could almost see the hair raised on the creepy little pinhead who never missed a chance to rub up against her and whisper sweet disgustings in her ear.

The echo of his suggestive and lewd words replayed in her head, as she waited for Lou to punch him in his mottled face, it might improve his complexion, and send him skulking off like the weasel he was.

One of the regulars walked up, that detective who always enjoys the dancing but knows to keep his hands off, except, of course, when he was filling her thong with dollar bills.

Lou escorted Mr. Devereaux inside, while the ‘no-longer working at the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge loser’ took his leave, and Misty dropped her robe, ready for the afternoon performance.

You never know what you are going to find when you stop by the Six Sentence Story bloghop hosted by Girlie On the Edge.  This week the cue is ECHO.  The stories may be fun, deep, poetic, metaphoric, fiction or non-fiction, but they all have one thing in common – only six sentences.