When I was about 8 years old, my grandmother told me the real meaning behind the Garden of Eden story.
“Listen, child, “she informed me, “this has nothing to do with any ‘fruit’. This is about sex. When the Bible said ‘the serpent gave Eve the fruit’, that was sex. When Eve gave the fruit to Adam that was sex. They got kicked out of the Garden of Eden because they had sex. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Continue reading “Memories of Stories and Soup”
This is my quiet spot for solitude and reflection. A few moments before, during, or after work. It’s very serene. On the other side of this photo, out of sight, is total chaos. Inspired by this week’s Photo Challenge: Dreamy Continue reading WPC: My Quiet Spot
“Talentless hacks! Unsophisticated has-beens! Blind idiots! We were cheated, I tell you!!”
Opal related the story to her audience at the hairdresser’s salon for the umpteenth time. “They were all just bursting with jealousy at my gorgeous Raquel. Those other contestants were horrid, to say the least! As far as I’m concerned, no one there was more beautiful or more talented or more confident than Raquel.”
The other ladies in the salon looked on, but offered no opinion.
“Raquel had an outstanding performance. She was the Prima Ballerina and yet they denied her the main prize. I was right there. I even saw her on stage helping one of the more obviously inept dancers with her ballet positions. She wasn’t nearly as talented as my baby.” Continue reading “The Unreliable Narrator: The Talent Show”
Crisp, clean, chilly air, Variegated leaves abound. Harvest festivals, Apple-picking, pies, cider All herald the new season. Acorns and pine cones, Pumpkin gourds for Hallowe’en. October signals It’s one last hurrah before Old man winter takes over. ❅ Featured … Continue reading Autumn (Tanka)
My big brother is a magnificent liar.
He spins the longest yarns ever, even when he doesn’t have to. No little white lies for him.
Just a few months ago, my mom called to ask me when was it that Big Bro fell down a hole as a child and had to be rescued. (What the?) I had not the faintest clue why, but he’d been spreading this story to curry favor among some church people. Continue reading “Liar, liar, pants on fire…”
A sign can also be a gesture or a cue. Something welcome. Or mysterious. Or even foreboding. This sign was posted in the mini-golf area of a … Continue reading WPC: Signs