• Writing Prompts

    Writing Prompts

    Whenever we come across or think up a good (or even not-so-good!) writing prompt, we’ll post them to hopefully inspire some writing. To access them, simply click on “Writing Prompts” on the menu above or on the drop-down “Topics” menu on the right sidebar. Here’s a few to get you started from Martha.net’s Saturday Story Prompts: Death smells like cut grass, crisp and green under layers of motor oil and engine fumes. They chase the dragon’s shadow across the fields, arms outstretched and roaring as only six-year-olds know how. That’s their big secret: they’ve domesticated polar bears. He’s not sure he really wants to know why, but they’re obviously waiting…

  • A Serial Story

    A Serial Story: An Introduction

    Since we love writing, one feature of this blog will be an ongoing collaborative story. To read it from the beginning, simply choose “A Serial Story” from the top menu or from the drop-down “Topics” menu on the right sidebar and read from bottom to top. If you’d like to collaborate, you’re welcome to! Simply contact us, and we’ll add you as a contributor, and you can add to the story whenever you’d like! Part 1 As he stood hidden in the evening shadows, he could tell that the object of his surveillance was up to no good. That didn’t surprise him in the least. What did surprise him was…

  • On Writing

    The Little Church in the Big Woods

    I pass by a little white church on my trip to and from work most days. It is close to a T-type intersection. The church is one of those old-fashioned kind made in the 1800s with the tall steeples and the white wooden exterior. You see them in postcards from New England all the time. And on the side of the church is this small cemetery. There aren’t a ton of graves in it, and I suspect it was just one of those church graveyards where former parishioners were buried when they died. But there is a story that calls to me from that little graveyard. For years, I’ve had…

  • On Life

    Friendship is the Bread of Life

    Friendship is the bread of life… But money is the honey. Kidding! I’ve always been blessed with amazing friends in my life. Unfortunately, I didn’t always appreciate it the way that I should have. I remember a time when I was obsessed with the idea of popularity, mainly when I was in grade school/junior high/high school. I wasn’t one of the popular kids. I never showed up in candid photos in the yearbook, nor was I ever selected “Most.” I felt this “lack” keenly. I’m embarrassed to admit that I spent years fretting about this sort of thing and feeling unhappy about it. Oh, woe! And yet, all during that…

  • On Life

    Compiling the Code

    I’ve always been a person who enjoyed numbers. I never wanted to be an engineer or some sort of mathematician, but I find numbers to be so very satisfying in their simplicity. 2 + 2 = 4. 15 x 5 = 75. No hidden meaning. No minefields. There is always a correct answer. Numbers are what they are. I think that is also what attracted me to the field of computers. Computers are based on math – 1s and 0s at the bottom of it all. And they are, at their core, very simple. Switch on? 1. Switch off? 0. So much easier than dealing with people. People are the…

  • Synchronicity

    Where I Was Meant to Be

    The synchronicity started a couple of months ago. They were small. I didn’t know where they were leading. And then suddenly they were huge. And I thought they were my imagination. But then I discussed them with Mary and Susan, and they didn’t think I was crazy. They saw them, too. And at every step of the way, there were more and more and more and more synchronicities. And that has led me to this moment. It’s been both a baptism and trial by fire. But it has led me here. And here is where I was meant to be. Peace, y’all.

  • Synchronicity

    Synchronicity, indeed!

    Many things have led us here, and we couldn’t be happier and more relieved that they did. This is a place of positivity and collaboration, something that reflects us and cannot be taken away. Do you remember the first time you read the last page of a Trixie book (or any book you loved dearly) and closed it? That feeling of exhilaration at  reading the satisfying conclusion, the sadness that you had come to the end of something so dear to you that you had lived and breathed, the anticipation of finding that next book and its new adventures, and the excitement of embarking on that adventure once you found…