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August was a stellar month for 50-word Stories. The photo prompts were very popular. I received so many entries at the beginning or the month, I had to stop replying to them. I found it interesting that my favorite photo, Six, sparked so many excellent stories. I snapped the photo because I liked the color …

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Sensory details and dialogue were the trends for the 50-word Story Challenge in July.  I am always amazed at what writer’s do with these often mundane prompts. Selfie Stick; Rain, rain go away; and 4th of July were the most popular prompts this month. 50-word stories are incredibly hard to write. It was difficult, but …

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The trouble with writing as a profession is you cannot point to it and say, “This is writing.” The word writer conjures the famous image of Charles Dickens seated at a desk, quill in hand furiously scrawling. That is not always the case. Writing Prompt Take a walk and think about what you are writing; …

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Water plays a role and everyone’s life. Ditch, stream, lake, river aqueduct, marsh, swamp, puddle; I am certain every person has a special water place in their memory. There are many to choose from when you grow-up in Michigan surrounded by the Great Lakes. I chose this spot along the Detroit River because it was …

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Home Is Where the Scrub Brush Is

March 2, 2015

Home is where the heart is, is a popular saying, but as a person who has moved a number of times, I believe the quickest way to feel at “home,” in a new place is to get down on your hands and knees and clean it.

A thorough cleaning. Get out the toothbrush, dish soap, scrubby bubbles, Goo Gone, Magic eraser, Pine-Sol, Pine Tar, Mr.Clean, Lemon Fresh Pledge; whatever you feel is the best cleaning agent for the job. Fire-up the vacuum and do the rugs and furniture. Break out your favorite window cleaner and do them inside and out. Get down on your hands and knees and scrub the floors.

At the end of the day, sit in the middle of the room and pour yourself a whiskey and toast to space, “I am home.” You will be too tired and too buzzed to miss your old routines and old space. And It will smell more like the old one, like your place. Like your home. Continue reading

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