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We Could Get Air!

This past Friday, for her Free Write Friday feature, Kellie Elmore invited us to write on a one word theme; Freedom. My mind went in many directions on the topic, but in the end, I had to go with a time when in spite of its own trials and troubles I felt freedom as it should be felt. I was young, and I could fly! Read the rest of this entry »

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Freedom. My mind darts in many directions on the topic, especially now, as it seems to hang like a tired old flag in the stillness of a confused and frightened world. A stillness only found in the hearts of those able to find peace in these chaotic and confused times. But this story is from a time when in spite of its own trials and troubles I felt freedom as it should be felt. I was young, and I could fly! I thank God often that I was able to grow up in a small town in a time when freedom was not just a word, but the air we breathed. I hope you enjoy this trip with me, as I recall a moment from back in the day.

They paved the streets in our neighborhood last summer, and the whir of my bike’s tires on the smooth blacktop was like a one note song as I raced down the middle of Fourth Avenue going nowhere in particular. It wasn’t even six o’clock—Saturday morning—and I had a hunch no one else was up and about; no one I cared about anyway.

Roy, Mr. Hammond’s bulldog, came barreling around the side of Mr. Hammond’s house as I sped past. A spark of fear raced up my spine and the short hair on my ten-year-old head seemed to tingle. I looked over my shoulder as Roy slid to a stop in the gravel at the side of the road. I couldn’t hear him over my laughter and the buzz of my tires, but I could see he was barking furiously, daring me to try that again.

I crossed Baseline Road without even a thought of traffic and a dust cloud spewed out behind me as I hit the well-worn trail we’d made through the vacant lot. We’d even piled dirt in places to make jumps where we could get air, and I pedaled furiously as I came to the first of them. I hit the small mound of packed dirt, jerked back on my handle bars, and flew!

Flying through the air on that Saturday morning—the first day of summer vacation—I felt free; free from the rigors and trials of fifth grade, the screaming and crying at home, and from the very earth. In those few seconds, I felt a freedom that was complete and real, and I wished I could just keep on climbing into the sky and disappear forever.

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Hot Stuff!

Kellie must’ve run out of ideas for us to write about, because for her Free Write Friday, she’s left it up to us to pick a subject, simply suggesting we write about what we’re passionate about. But, I’ll give her a break; she’s busy promoting her awesome new book, Magic in the Backyard, and I know how time consuming that can be! So here you go; my passion: (drum roll, please)… Hot Stuff! Read the rest of this entry »

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Police! Open Up!

For her Free Write Friday today, Kellie Elmore suggests we write about a time when we were “up the creek without a paddle”. She remembers the saying a bit differently–I reckon it’s a Tennessee thang 🙂 –but I think you all know what we mean.

Police! Open Up!

Thankfully, I’ve never heard those words from the other side of my front door. I was, however, visited by an officer of the law yesterday. He rang the bell and waited patiently for me to answer. Then! Four of them pounced on me, cuffed me and dragged me, kicking and screaming, to the van parked at the curb! Read the rest of this entry »

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This Silence Was Not Golden

This morning, while commenting on one of Kellie Elmore’s wonderful poems, Red Wine and Norah Jones, I was inspired to write the one you’re about to read. In my poem, I mention a friend from back in my logging days in the great northwest near Mount Rainier. Read the rest of this entry »

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Man vs. Machine

Some Will Win Some Will Lose, Some Were Born To Sing The Blues

That’s the prompt this week for Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday, and it just so happens to loosely fit the theme of a story that started rolling around in the empty space between my ears this morning. I hope you enjoy it. Read the rest of this entry »

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