I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence. My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition. I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly. Thanks for reading! Cheryl
The Jones family was geared up for a sunny Hawaiian vacation with surfing, sunning, snorkeling and diving. Joe and his teenage sons were so excited to be doing daring activities they barely noticed the tour guide’s destination brochure. As the brawny men of the family gathered at meeting point and surveyed the dock, Joe voiced their united opinions, “oh hell no!”
The theme is something that fascinates you in nature; an experience, creature or setting. You have until November 13 to place your poem in the comments below or on your website with a link here. Rated G please. Please use the challenge tag: ffpoemapop. Poems and translations into Spanish or English will be published November 15.frisky white fluffed tail delicate legs hop in fright hunting deer season
“The programs simply didn’t consider what someone else might do with them. To Crowder, they weren’t user friendly. And so Crowder proposed that a computer program be gauged not just on how well it solved a problem but on how easy it made the lives of the people trying to solve it. To be clear, he didn’t actually invent the term. As far as he knows, it had been floating around in the air, and it was there when he needed it. Which tends to prove how powerful it was—how it encapsulated something that people had started to feel.”
Great news for Colorado voters—even Republicans decided to vote out the gun toting “mom” Lauren Boebert! The votes are still being counted and with such a small margin between, no doubt there will be controversy, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed. And that alone is enough to celebrate, but there’s more:
“Democratic state Rep. Yadira Caraveo has won the state’s most closely contested and closely watched congressional race this year to become the first representative from Colorado’s new 8th Congressional District. “…it’s also the district with the most Latino residents, making up nearly 40 percent of the population.
“In many ways, the story of my family is the story of this district,” Caraveo said in the statement. “My parents immigrated here to afford us a better life. And because of their hard work, I was able to go to college, become a doctor, and live my version of the American Dream. But for too many people in Colorado, that dream has slipped out of reach. Our District deserves a leader who will fight to restore access to the American Dream for working families.”
Don’t be discouraged, things are changing, fight the good fight peacefully and vote. You will be heard.
Women’s rights to control their own bodies also won small battles, so things are looking up.
He sat in shadows thinking about the memorial to deliver the next day at gym assembly. A spy watching might think he was inventing a lovely speech to placate them. A teacher he privately despised and was told to memorialize was a segment of his career even though required, he felt he couldn’t do. This was the first time as principal he hated his job. The deceased didn’t deserve a rewarding commemoration, but he suspected he was the only one who realized it. The proof in hidden files were private. He labored over the words and finally decided to overgeneralize.
Your task, should you accept it, is to use at least one title, word for word, within your poem. Extra points if you use more than one! And don’t worry: all comments in response to your poem will be positive. No Razzies awarded at dVerse!
The lonely lady was swept away seeing the postman from battlefield earth. He often came under the color of night with an indecent proposal. Being a cat woman in disguise she knew all about the fifty shades of grey he offered. Shining through the other showgirls under the cherry moon, he listened to her purr with delight. She whispered softly, “I know who killed me” to which he suddenly dropped his cocktail.
“No worries” he uttered softly into her furry ear, “ I will find him”.
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All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 300 words in length. Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)
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The Chair
It’s just always there, seemingly waiting for its next occupant. It had many in the last three hundred years and all were quite enjoyable for the most part. It’s not easy for anyone sitting there, contemplating. It’s a hard choice to make. Moving on from the comfortable and familiar always is.
Today the chair will be occupied by Jane Smith, quite a looker in her day but that never mattered to her. Her purpose in life was to establish the understanding that women should have equal rights, a fight of sorts that wavers in accomplishments. Political winds change frequently and she strove to combat them.
She sat there wondering if she could have done more, thinking of the choice she had to make. Could she do more if she returned, or was it time to rest? She had raised her children to fight, carry on and they would continue her work. Her husband would also help. Jane considered these facts and decided to let go, it was time.
The chair rocked her quietly and then Jane started her forever sleep, comforted by the knowledge her family would resume their mission. It was only a few seconds the chair rocked, sending Jane to her future.
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