Adventures and Misadventures in Boulder, Colorado
After turning off the ignition, the wiper blades stopped their rhythmic beat and Megan stepped into the mist. She pulled the mail from the wrought iron box and then shook rainwater from the plastic sleeve covering the newspaper. Glancing at the Victorian home cloaked in a gray shroud, she shrugged uneasy feelings from her tight... Continue Reading →
I started writing over four-and-a-half years ago. I had an idea for a non-fiction book, a snarky take on Boulder women. If you're not familiar with how to assemble a book proposal, non-fiction is skiing down a gentle slope compared to fiction where the writer must plod along the desert and climb craggy mountains with... Continue Reading →
Desiccated leaves, dismembered from branches, rot in the dying light and crunch like brittle bones under my boots. The wind whispers ghostly verses of songs sung long ago. Halloween is approaching. It’s time to get your creepy on. “How do I do that?” you may ask. Sometimes eating candy corn and slaying a few pumpkins... Continue Reading →
Those without a loved one to share Valentine’s Day have more in common with the tradition of sending cards than those with a significant other. Imprisoned and alone, a nobleman sent the first card. I thought the Victorians began the tradition with their sentimental, flowery, lacy, and cupid adorned cards. I imagined a scene like... Continue Reading →
My first banner seemed wild enough until summer arrived and the snow melted. This week marks my 2nd blogiversary. First of all, I think it's funny that bloggers are primarily writers and they can’t decide how to spell it. Is it with an i or an a? Google corrected it for me, so blogiversary it... Continue Reading →
She had fantasized about Harold since the 4th grade. After decorating her Valentine mailbox, she anticipated the insertion of his declaration of love. The next day, he popped it inside her box without making any eye contact. Later, Lulu flew through her Valentine messages until she found his love note. "Yours, Harold." She swooned thinking she... Continue Reading →
Cutting across the yard on the way to school had been a habit for Oscar. But today when he gazed at the caution tape across the old McAllister place, he shivered while memories niggled like dead flies waking up on a warm windowsill in winter. The night hung in the foggy corners of his mind.... Continue Reading →
Kassandra slipped under the comforter. As she drifted off, a thought pulled her back. “Did I lock the back door? Oh, he’ll be home soon.” A few hours later, she heard heavy footsteps. Her heart pounded. She peeked out from under the covers. A man wearing a black hoody ripped through their room. He emptied... Continue Reading →
He had watched her for days. Sheila crouched over her rose garden and snipped dead blossoms. She stood and stretched while running her hands along her lower back. He slipped behind a tree as she crossed the yard. After laying the shears on the garage workbench, she stepped inside the house. He followed. After taking... Continue Reading →
Mary had brushed off her mother’s warning about the shortcut through the woods. Footsteps crunched in the snow behind her. She had been stalked. He grabbed her by the arm. “Gotcha! I’ll give you a head start, little girl. Ready? GO!” She bolted from the shabbily dressed man. Rounding the corner of the old mill,... Continue Reading →
Susie Lindau's Wild Ride 