Mother in evening dress and mink hugs me. Chanel No. 5 and a hint of dead animal deliver separation.
Her hand stroking my face bestows Jergen’s lotion, a thread of connection as she closes the door.
Alone in bed, I stargaze and clutch Snoopy, whose fur smells only of me.
Beth keeps her Winnie-the-Pooh blanket in her safe deposit box next to a Confederate dollar bill. You can find her blog at www.sideglimpses.com.
“You will never learn,” my mama said to me.
She sat me down at the kitchen table with a sack of potatoes and a paring knife and told me to get busy.
But I did learn. So did she.
Never make a kid mad and then hand him a knife.
Joe Malone is living with a Wora woman and her three sisters in South Sudan. Read more of his writing at joem18b.wordpress.com.
Our house made scary sounds in the storm. Ma said don’t worry; the house is complaining about the rain.
Our house made scary noises at night. Ma said it was settling down to sleep.
Aunt and uncle came to visit. The house made scary sounds. Ma said it was eating.
Joe Malone is living alone in Africa in a mud house. His blog is here: http://joem18b.wordpress.com/.
Frustrated, Raymond slammed his head onto his keyboard. I can’t keep mother waiting! he thought.
Dejected after days of searching through hundreds of online classified ads without any success, he pressed on and eventually found exactly the item he needed: “For sale, one wooden casket. Barely used. $100 or best offer.”
M.H. Camero lives in southern Illinois with his beautiful wife and earns tens of dollars a year with his writing.
Overwhelmed with inexplicable love, she holds her newborn baby to her breast.
She nurtures her child with tender, loving care through the years, through all the joys and challenges.
Even into adulthood, she watches this beautiful life with amazement and wonder, thanking the Creator,
Until this mother’s heart stops beating.
Brenda Thiessen, along with her husband, Harv, lives in Port Colborne, Ontario, where she serves with Operation Mobilization Canada. They have four children – three girls and one boy – and will soon have a son-in-law (and a nephew-in-law: me!).
It was very important to Monika that she raise her children right. She taught them Kindness, and Hospitality, and Manners, and Decency.
But setting a good example wasn’t always enough, so she sometimes snuck a squirt of dish soap into her baking, just in case they’d been using naughty words.
This story was based on a title suggested by @BRSsexyman.
The cute little bunnies hopped along in a row, following their mommy.
“Stick close!” she called. “It’s just up ahead.”
They rounded a tree, and there, spread out before them, was a beautiful grassy meadow.
“Here we are!” said mommy bunny.
Suddenly, a punchline happened!
It was absolutely, incredibly hilarious.
“Finally!” complained Fluffy the cat in the softly exasperated voice of a young mother. “The kittens are down for nap time. All they ever do is eat, sleep, and whine!”
Mittens, her husband, mewed appreciatively. “What should we do with our free time?”
“Grab a snack and get some shuteye.”
Sunlight crept over the misty vale.
A small, spotted fawn nuzzled its motionless mother. “Get up, mother!” it said, its tremulous voice full of worry as tears fell from its wide, innocent eyes. “Get up!”
“Shut up, Bambi,” said mother. “It’s, like, six o’clock… Can’t a doe get any rest?”