What’s more mysterious? When I first moved to Vermont from the southwest, I was as enchanted as I was told I should be by every New Englander I met. The green everywhere felt like I’d fallen into a fairy tale. The soft air caressed my face instead of dragging hot dry fingernails across it. And…Read more The Desert or the Woods?
A quick one:
I wrote this 100-word story from the following picture prompt, posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the Friday Fictioneers. What struck me was that the room seemed so empty, so I wrote a story that is along the lines of "be careful what you wish for": The Children's Room Monica simply wished Joey would stop jumping…Read more A quick one:
Celebrating the Dreamers
And no, I’m not talking about the immigrant children who grew up to become unpapered Americans. That’s a political question for another time, perhaps. I’m referring to those of us who suffered the impatience of loved ones when we wanted to spend our lives on things that would never make us rich, might not even…Read more Celebrating the Dreamers
Hope and Solstices
© Eugenia Parrish 2021 Dear Folks: This blog has never had an absolute purpose (you may have noticed). My posts are mostly of two kinds: either small stories I wanted to share or bits of simple musing. I love it when folks respond to either kind (kindly), and I wanted to take a moment to…Read more Hope and Solstices
I have been a bit busy ('tis the season!), so this is my first Friday Fictioneers post in a while. For those who don't know, every week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a photo prompt on her blog "Addicted to Purple". The rules are: no more than 100 words! If you're feeling like a storyteller and want…Read more “Changing Values”
ONE EPIDEMIC LEADS TO ANOTHER?
I often find that things happening out in the world will trigger a writer’s plotlines and characters. But sometimes they just get me to wondering. For instance, I recently read that this country is suffering from an “epidemic of violence”. Well, I thought, that’s kind of silly — this has always been a violent country.…Read more ONE EPIDEMIC LEADS TO ANOTHER?
Crime Bake 2021
Exciting times! Last weekend I attended (in person – first time in two years!) the New England Crime Bake conference for writers and readers in Boston, Massachusetts. I was proud to be chosen as one of three Honorable Mentions for the 2021 Al Blanchard Short Crime Fiction contest. The winner was Joseph S. Walker, and…Read more Crime Bake 2021
The railings had a hard rough frost yesterday that didn’t feel slick at all, more like the gritty stuff they put on steps to keep people from slipping. Winter is coming. As always, and four years after moving here from the city, I’m still amazed by the utter silence in the mornings. My heater is…Read more Looking Back
It's been a busy summer with not much chance to take another walk through the woods. I did write this 100-word tribute to a friend who was born to a mining family. PHOTO PROMPT© Roger Bultot “Smile, Grandma!” “Get that thing outen my face.” “C’mon. All your grandkids want to see you.” “I’m still livin’…Read more C’mon, Granny
My summer walk before writing
New England roads Whew, it’s been a dry spell but I’m back. When I finally got settled in my new place, I found to my delight that I could walk down to the village and back in less than an hour, a considerable improvement over where I lived before. The biggest problem is that there…Read more My summer walk before writing