Challenge

all my faves in a rave . . . — Why does the rustic spoon lend itself to such reverence? Maybe it’s because the spoon, soft-slathered with mishmash, replaces the breast so early on. Why must we shovel food to mouth using tiny teaspoons? Give me an expansive ladle, the doublewide soup spoon, all the better to wolf it down. …

Identity - Who am I? — If you asked my mother to describe the younger me, I bet she would say I was a stubborn child or headstrong. I see some of the same traits in my son, the only difference is that I call it being strong-willed. I was always clear about what I wanted…

by Timothy J. Sabo — To start, a side note: I got so busy trying to write a singular piece for the August Challenge, that I accidentally skipped this day, and wrote the piece for August 11th already. So, if that means I screwed up the challenge, I’m sorry. In my earlier life, I used…

What happens when Imposter Syndrome needs help with his writing? — There’s a knock at the door, but I don’t move. I’m watching the steam rising lazily from my tea as the golden light of the setting sun floods the living room. Beyond the gray lines of steam, a full-length mirror shows a meek man at the table, an open laptop…

Ten word story — Ten-word stories I hate crying, it is always ugly crying at best. Santa stuck in the chimney, resulted in Christmas being cancelled. Watched a child learn to ski, nothing kept him down. Mother and son constantly arguing, no love in that house. Cold feet, cold hands, does that mean I’m warm hearted? …