I arrive home and frown at my porch. Why are there about ten million pumpkins on there? I make my way to the front door, tripping over pumpkins several times, mind you, and open the door with my code. “Jeff! Where are you?” “Miles, you’re home!" I glare at my boyfriend and say, “Why did a pumpkin god throw up in our...

I've more and more become passionate about trying different fiberarts, and it makes me want to be an advocate for crafting, especially when the world overwhelms. I'm a long time crocheter and knitter, and lately I'm adding more and more to my arsenal. I'm learning a lot of (sometimes ancient) crafts, and I love it....

This is a post in response to James’ post, and I had to write this right after reading his post, because stickers! A journal isn’t a journal until I’ve put stickers on it. Sometimes I go fancy, layering stickers until I’ve covered it up completely. Other times, just one sticker is enough. But sticker have to be on...

I stole his cardigan. In my defence, I was cold and he left his cardigan on the back of a chair in the library for at least fifteen minutes. I’m almost certain there’s a law that says that objects left for more than 15 minutes are eligible to be stolen. So, I took his cardigan and he isn’t getting it back. It’s...

“Only you would think it’s romantic to go to the beach in October storms!” I tilt my head into the wind and yell, “Babe, don’t you feel invigorated?” He growls, “I feel cold and all stormed out. I’m going to the beach cafe, and get coffee to warm up.” I turn to him and grin, “Get me a hot cocoa.” He kisses me gently...

When I was a little girl, I loved the rain. While everyone in my family hid from the raindrops, I headed out, with my bright yellow raincoat on, and my yellow polkadot boots, and I ran out to jump in puddles, and stand with my head tilted back, catching raindrops on my tongue. My favourite spot to be in the rain was...

Clouds seem to have a mind of their own in autumn. I love to watch them rush by my window, and imagine what they do to the earth below if they get a chance. That grey one over there looks mean, it looks like it could just drop rain at any second. And that fluffy white one… ooh I feel some mixed emotions from that...

The big oak tree in my garden is bullying me. Every time I rake up the leaves, I turn around to put them in the compost, and boom! New heap. To add insult to injury, it sometimes dumps leaves on my head while I clear away the old ones. And every time I can hear it laugh like a maniac. It keeps coming up with new...

Last spring I gave myself a spring writing challenge, and now I think it’s high time for an autumn challenge! Feel free to join me! For this challenge I’ve created the following prompts: leaves clouds rain storm cardigan pumpkin coffee You can use these words as prompts for short stories, short memoir pieces,...

I was bemoaning a jigsaw puzzle I’m doing, earlier today. It’s really cute and when it’s done it will be perfect but the pattern is way too busy for me to handle and I keep staring at pieces, thinking they could go anywhere and then set them aside, frustrated. I briefly considered putting the puzzle back in the box,...

I realised something when I woke up in a panic last night about my hospital visit today (update: the results were perfect): fear only works in absolutes. You either die right away of the disease or you live. Fear doesn’t do in between, and boy, it’s good at doom scenarios. Every time I walk out of the hospital after...

Right now there are countless machines spewing out countless perfect texts. All the language has correct spelling and is perfectly comprehensible. It’s so boring. I prefer things people make, write, doodle, craft. I rather look at your stream of consciousness, your blotchy doodle, your crappy handlettering, your...