When does providing false information cross the line from slight exaggeration to an outright lie? Before heading to the mountains, I check out the snow totals from the ski resorts. Sometimes the differences are negligible and other times it is like a huge storm just squatted on one ski area for the day leaving all the others high and dry. Rumors swirl like snowflakes and soon, through word of mouth, the inches of snow can pile up to feet.
Last weekend, I heard a lot of buzz about one ski resort retracting their snow totals after it was reported they received a mere 4 inches instead of the 22 inches in 2 days. Could it be that a ski patrol took the measurement in a snow drift?
This snafu got me thinking about what else is greatly exaggerated. Continue reading
It feels like I have a huge test hanging over my head every time I think about my annual eye exam. I begin the countdown by avoiding my reading glasses thus making typos in all of my writing projects. Then I strengthen my eyes by bringing the newspaper close to my face until I am cross-eyed, touch my nose and then slowly draw it back to strain my eyes into seeing the small type, causing huge furrows in my forehead that could hold a pencil.
Becky scanned her strange surroundings, but had no recollection of how she had arrived. A raven sailed overhead and cawed. Standing on an outcropping of rock, she shouted for help. Her words became lost in the din of pounding water thundering in the river below.
Her small platform shot skyward. It began to shrink. Her heart raced. She threw out her arms for balance, but she fell. Plummeting through the air, she would land on the jagged rocks missing the river by a few feet.
She had fallen from the blowup raft into the swimming pool again.
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Photo by Susie Lindau
Have you ever had a fear of heights in reality or in a nightmare?
Now that is some wind!
Okay. I’ll admit it. I am a weather chaser. No, I am not a lunatic that races across the country with a million pieces of crazy equipment trying to find the center of a tornado, nor do I go out of my way to drive in snowstorms although I love winter driving. However, I do find myself out on the porch (way too long) during thunderstorms and I keep an eye on the sky for tornadoes for I have seen several since moving to Colorado. Continue reading
You must have a mantra which is a self-affirmation that causes transformation. Hey! That should be in a song. Anyway, I have had many of them through the years.
I stole one from my college friend Dean who was dared to ride his bike down a steep hill, onto a pier, up a make-shift ramp and into Lake Mendota. He turned to me before launching himself and said, “I am so massive,” and then flexed his spindly arms for effect. Continue reading
What began as a random thought soon became an obsession. Even the under-painting of the affair seemed like more than Christine could bear. She allowed her soul to suck into the madness of it knowing that she lost a little bit of herself with every indulgence. Continue reading
I remember my worst Valentine’s Day ever in Madison, Wisconsin as cold, damp and wintery. The night before, I decorated my shoe box with construction paper hearts, rick rack, and sequins much like the other girls in my 5th grade class. My mother had bought paper valentines which I signed, picking the best ones for my closest friends and a boy that I liked.
Earlier that year, a few of us had been switched from one classroom to another. After taking my seat, I noticed a dreamy-eyed, brown haired boy named Bob sitting at the desk in front of me. He must have noticed me too because later in the week, he turned around and asked, “Hey. Do you want this?” He referred to a new invention at the time, the mechanical pencil. Continue reading