Well, another year has come and gone. It seems as though my birthday rolls around every three or four months these days. No wonder I’m getting so old. I ponder about how our way of thinking changes with time. When I was thirteen I wanted to be sixteen. When I was sixteen I wanted to be eighteen. At eighteen I couldn’t wait to turn twenty-one. Then all of a sudden twenty-one turned to thirty, then forty, then fifty. And, before I knew it, in the mail was a AARP card with my name on…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on January 30, 2012 at 10:04am — No Comments
A matronly wife slowly eases her legs over the edge of the pillow top mattress. She silently touches the floor with her naked feet. Slowly she leaves the comfort of her bed and the security of her husband’s arms. It’s very early, the birth of a new dawn not yet conceived. The lady sneaks away into the early morning hours, she is to meet her lover for a few stolen moments.
Lightly she strokes. Holding all dreams of the future in her hands, she touches, and…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on January 23, 2012 at 9:09am — No Comments
Okay, yes, I admit it. I’m stuck in the past. I enjoy growing a garden and canning vegetables. I love to watch a plow cut through the soil lifting those spuds to the surface. At my house mashed potato’s come from the ground not from a bag full of flakes.
Now don’t get me wrong. I certainly don’t want to go back to the days of milking cows and churning butter. But I don’t want to give up my wood heater either. I guess sometimes I just yearn for the days of growing up…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on January 16, 2012 at 10:01am — No Comments
When I woke this morning I knew the sky was overcast because the light of a new day was not sneaking through the mini blinds. No, I didn’t sleep until noon; it was a few minutes before seven. As with most mornings I stretched and rolled over, relishing the feel of cool sheets and a soft pillow. Then as usual my head started filling with the duties of the day.
The domestic stuff first, dishes, laundry and such. Then I knew I’d write this blog and send out a few agent queries…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on January 9, 2012 at 9:00am — No Comments
For some reason as I welcome the New Year the word discombobulate is foremost in my mind. I wasn’t even sure if it was a real word or not so I Googled it. The word means, “Cause to be confused emotionally, or to be confusing or perplexing; cause to be able to think clearly.” I’m smarter than I thought I was, for the word discombobulate fits me to a tee right now.
A new year always evokes different emotions in me, excitement, fear, agitation, calm, sorrow, and happiness. I…Continue
Added by Sarah Martin Byrd on January 2, 2012 at 10:34am — No Comments