What do you find yourself splurging on the most? Espresso syrup.

What is your top writing tip? Be yourself.

Are you a regular recycler, and if so, what are five of your top recycling tips? We don’t have it here in complex. I can’t even take my own trash out. I used to and do what I can.

Are you someone that wants to be or needs to be heard and seen, or are you content to be found behind the scenes? I think everyone wants to be recognized but I’m happy to observe.

How approachable do you think you are in real life and away from the keyboard, and do others feel the same way about you? Very. It’s a fun part of life.

Do you sit more on the fence or the edge of the knife? Have you read me?😂

What do you remember the most about your grandparents? Both sets of grandparents lived with us, so I was a lucky girl. I was very little when they passed away. My mom took care of them as two were bedridden most of the time. I helped her whenever I could and enjoyed being around them.

How important to you is validation from your readers to your written content – do you need acknowledgement from others to create? I think most of us love comments from others having read what we write. It is very important.

What is it you would have liked to have been asked about your life but have yet to be? 😂 I think all the prompts and questions pretty much ask it all!

https://earthlycomforts.uk/2023/04/02/the-garden-dawdler-2/

Album: Teaser and the Firecat. Artist: Cat Stevens Released: 1971 Genres: Pop, Folk

https://rugby843.blog

http://lindaghill.com/2023/04/05/one-liner-wednesday-time-flies/

A for ambivalent. I have been trying to figure out my feelings about religion in general. I grew up with a strict Baptist mother and a dad who refused to attend church. I was not “baptized” until I chose it at the age of 16. I attended and worked some at the church and liked the pastor. Then actual life happened and the shiny exterior wore off quickly. As I went out into the real world I had a hard time justifying my beliefs. The older I get the more ambivalent I am about many things.

https://rugby843.blog

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/weekend-writing-prompt-305-unrepentant/

Is it all about the money? As the evidence I see in stories—“follow the money” to see how the perpetrators are related to a crime? The traces of guilt for an action are surely a vision of culpability in cases of needed proof. No matter what spin he puts on it, facts are facts. I just wish it was for the insurrection and more dangerous activities that he be held accountable.

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/money-2/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/your-daily-word-prompt-Vision-ydwordprompt-April-1-2023/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/traces/

https://fivedotoh.com/2023/04/01/fowc-with-fandango-related/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/04/01/rdp-saturday-spin/

https://lindaghill.com/2023/03/31/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-1-2023/

A Winter Night 12-17-2017

The room is dark except for the small scented nightlight. The snow plows on the main road, and the sad sound of a fire truck broke the silence. Some poor family might be stranded in this freezing weather, or a motorist slipped out of control on the ice. A winter night exposes tragedy. The young men cannot keep up with their shovels for the wind is filling in snow as fast as they clear it. A dog’s howl insures others will answer. Every being is feeling lonely and cold tonight.

The room is dark and the scent of the nightlight cannot dispel the loneliness. She hears a car drive by, but it’s not stopping here. No one is coming to break her mood. She sips the tea, but cannot eat. Her body aches, but not for food, or sleep, but for the company of his love. Her mind plays tricks, causing her to see him in the shadows. Could it be? Would she turn on the lamp and see him there? She dared not because she knew he wasn’t, no matter how much she wished it.

The scented nightlight caused a small shadow in the dark room. As she pulled the covers around her, she could almost feel him beside her. His warmth, his body next to her. She curled up and nestled into her pillow, wanting it to be him. She covered her head with the warm blanket, hiding from the nightlight glow. She wanted to shut everything out, to just pretend he was there. She drew the covers in, as if they were his arms holding her tight. The cold, the loneliness, wouldn’t reach her here. She would sleep and dream of him.

The room was dark and the nightlight glowed. The snow was still falling, but the night sounds were quieting. The plows stopped, the shoveling men retreated till morning. The animals finally slept. The winter night’s cold was unrelenting. The lanes were freezing icy trails. Jack Frost painted glass with beautiful designs. She fell asleep to dream.

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/31/fandangos-flashback-friday-march-31st/

Their perception skewed

Only wonderment viewed

It’s a lesson for all

Life’s see-saw rises and falls

But the ruckus ignored

When a playground’s aboard.

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/friday-wonderment/

https://chellebcom2.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/todays-prompt-sing/

http://cyranny.com/2023/03/31/see-saw-word-of-the-day-challenge/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/lesson-4/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/03/31/your-daily-word-prompt-Perception-ydwordprompt-March-31-2023/

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/31/fowc-with-fandango-ruckus/

It was often she felt the longing, irresistible feelings for the guilty pleasure. Many people had this experience and she wanted it too. It seemed forever since the longing had been satisfied, the relief from the inner pangs, the release of endorphins. She would wake in the night with this undeniable craving, reaching out in her dreams, finding nothing there.

It was becoming overwhelming, vmasking her ability to complete ordinary tasks during the day, and at night it was almost unbearable. Sitting alone in the evening her mind would turn to these thoughts and no matter how much she tried to push them away, she didn’t succeed. Thoughts of his warm sweetness on her lips made her salivate.

This night she could bear it no longer. Still in her pajamas, she threw on her coat and ran to her car. The time to reach her destination seemed endless. Then by the river, surrounded in moonlight, she saw him. He was standing in the middle of a small crowd in the park. She made herself keep to a walk as she approached him.

The funnel cake vendor.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/03/29/tale-weaver-165-march-29-longing/

https://fivedotoh.com/2023/03/31/flashback-friday/