Another Poem


Liebster Award!

What is the Liebster Award?

The Liebster award is given to bloggers by other bloggers. (Liebster in German means sweetest, kindest, nicest, dearest, beloved, lovely, kind, pleasant, valued, cute, endearing, and welcome.) A blogger nominates you, introducing you and then you, in turn, nominate other bloggers so that the blogging community expands.

I was nominated for this award by an amazing blogger ! I love the name of her blog and her content. Be sure to check her blog out.

The Rules :-

  1. Acknowledge the blogger that gave it to you and display the award.
  2. Answer 5 questions that blogger gives you.
  3. Nominate 5 blogs and notify them of their nomination.
  4. Give these blogs 5 questions to answer.

Here are my questions from Honest Avocado and my answers:

  1. Pick a favorite character. Do you think you could be roommates with them, or would they drive you up a wall? One of my favorite characters is Alice in Wonderland. She would drive me up a wall.
  2. Only one story can be published next year, which one should it be? (i.e. Which upcoming book are you most looking forward to being published?) Anything Kelly Link writes.
  3. What is your favorite font? What is your least favorite? My favorite is Merriweather. My least favorite is Comic Sans.
  4. If the main character from the book you’re currently reading walked into the room right now and asked for your help, but they couldn’t tell you what for, would you agree? I am at the beginning of the book but the main character is a witch so I would do what she asked!
  5. What is a quote/saying that you have never quite “gotten” or understood? I don’t think I have one…I do love quotes though!

My nominees:

Baffled Mum

Grace at

Here are my questions for my nominees:

  1. What is your earliest reading memory?
  2. What is the song you like listening to right now the most?
  3. Who are the 5 people you would love to have dinner with (alive or dead)?
  4. If you could leave tomorrow, where would you like you travel to?
  5. What is your favorite beverage?

#Write28Days: BEGIN

I used to read a book to my elementary students called Begin at the Beginning. I am going to use this challenge this loving month of February to explore some creative ideas I want to push forward using the prompts as inspiration.

I want to begin a purposeful gathering for adults. I have too many drawers open at one time in my brain, and too many interests so confining the gatherings to one type is not what I envision.

I envision some of the gatherings being

  • dinners
  • informational sessions
  • think tanks
  • an idea generators
  • literary societies
  • writing gatherings
  • silent book club
  • conversation club
  • short story analysis
  • book swaps

I am just at the beginning, but it is an exciting time!

What do you think of these ideas? Which ones resonate with you?

Winter Wet Flash Fiction Contest

If you enjoy flash fiction take a moment and stop by the Indies Unlimited site today and vote for your favorite story for this week’s picture prompt. There are some great ones this week and voting is open until the end of the day today! Of course, if you think mine is the best I would be honored if you voted for my story.

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Winter Wet Flash

Here is my flash fiction piece inspired by the photo below and Indies Unlimited.

Photo copyright K. S. Brooks. Do not use without attribution.

Mama would forgive a lot of actions, but muddy boots through her house was not one of them. She would get over my tone, or my back talk but not mud footprints laced with blood on the floorboards of the shack.

Mama’s moods were like that. They made no sense.

I had been walking what felt like days, trying to muster the courage to face her.

She wouldn’t trade muddy prints for me leaving easily but it was time.

It was the one decision I was gonna make in my whole life that went against her. I had carried all the curses from my family and it was time to come clean.

I stood in the doorway facing her back stirring the venison stew.

“I’m not coming back. Authorities will find me here and I cannot put you in danger.”

I saw her spine tighten and her stirring hand holding the spoon become a fist. She couldn’t punch the stew but she could punch me , which shaded my choice of staying put.

“I have to Mama. I have carried the curse and I have to break it.”

“This isn’t the way,” she whispered to the ceiling.

I waited.

“Are you comin in to eat?” She turned and looked at me from top to bottom settling on my boots.

“Too much mud,” I turned to leave.