Christmas Kindness Calendar

As you saw from my previous post, I am still reeling from the results of the election.  With every pick Trump makes for his cabinet and key advisory positions, my head hits the desk, or my palm strikes my face.  So in an effort to stay positive and be the change I want to see in this world, I’ve made my own Christmas Kindness Calendar.   Feel free to use it yourself to share some smiles, hope and kindness around the world.

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Link if you want to download & update with your own acts of kindness: december-2016-kindness-calendar

For anyone out there, please feel free to e-mail SprinkleKindness22@gmail.com if you need a kind word or thought.  A friend is monitoring that address trying to spread cheer and kindness all year long.

Wishing you a joyful holiday season!

Michela

Writing Challenge – A to Z – Heartbroken

It has been a while since I have written anything, and much of that is due to a new job that is keeping me busy and challenged.  But I started writing this today when I had to get my feelings out about the election and realized it fit in with the writing challenge I’d given myself now that the letter was H.  Heartbroken.  It is how I am feeling today on the dawn of the realization that we have Donald Trump as our new president.

I’m not posting this to garner hatred from either side, but merely as an outlet for the overwhelming feelings I have and don’t have anywhere else to post them.  So here I am, cracked open wide with vulnerability.

Election Feelings

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I am heartbroken.  Not just sad, but I feel a grief and incredible loss over this election.  It is not that I love Hillary.  Do I think she was qualified?  Yes, above and beyond.  Do I think she would have done a good job?  Absolutely.  My grief is over the loss of progress.   Of equality, on so many levels being seen as the normal choice.

Now?  I don’t know what to think.

I’m scared for my Muslim friends.  Terrified.

I’m fearful for my Hispanic friends and hope they are not stopped by individuals hoping to send them back to Mexico – since as you know, all Hispanics are Mexican *rolls eyes*.

I’m terrified for my LGBT friends who may lose their rights to marry because the Supreme Court could decide this isn’t lawful after the right wing takes over and that our VP thinks conversion therapy is actually a thing.

I’m frightened for those that only have health care because it was offered to them. Was Obamacare perfect? Of course not, but it helped thousands of people who wouldn’t have care because of affordability or preexisting conditions.

I’m afraid for women, and what a right wing Supreme Court will do for abortion access, and how lower courts treat rapists with the legitimacy this Presidency makes of misogyny.

I’m anxious that all the progress – as limited as it’s been under a divided executive/legislative branch – could be repealed and we go back to what we were 50 years ago.

This man.  This frightening megalomaniac who thinks he knows better than everyone else now has access to our military, our nuclear codes, and honestly my vagina by way of the supreme court.  I am terrified and just really sad.

I pray the next two years go by peacefully and there isn’t too much rollback of the liberal policies I’ve championed for so long.  Then perhaps the Democrats can take back one or both of Congress.  

That is my bright side for today.

Writing Challenge – A to Z – Grace

Happy Memorial Day to my readers.  Thank you to you, your family members or friends for their service to our country.

I realize it has been a long time since I posted in here.  Work got a bit crazy for the last month or so, but I’m hoping to find a little more free time in the coming weeks.  Thank you for your patience as I slowly get my head above water.

With all of that said, here’s my post for the A to Z challenge. Enjoy!

Enjoy!

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Longing

Jenna’s pencil flew across the paper, drawing Kelly as she danced across the stage.  Jenna’s precision with a pencil was like an extension of her hand, so was the grace exuding off of Kelly.  Kelly was the girl Jenna had been longing for all through high school.   Sure, the pair were best friends, the kind that shopped together, and texted about boys at all hours of the day and night.  What Kelly didn’t know was that it was all a farce.   The only thing Jenna liked about boys was that they could reach things on the top shelf at the grocery store when her tiny 5’1” body was too short. She’d been living a lie since she realized she was gay in the seventh grade.  A long, lonely and closeted existence for the last five years.

Letting out a sigh, Jenna watched her friend dance her final recital of the year before she headed off to Michigan on a full scholarship for dance.  Kelly was mesmerizing to watch, her skill, beauty and poise could woo any dance aficionado,  Unfortunately for Jenna, she wished Kelly’s boyfriend, Michael wasn’t sitting next to her, appreciating it almost as much.  

Jenna was headed off to New York to study at the end of summer, even if Kelly was a lesbian and they were girlfriends, they’d still have to say goodbye in a couple of months anyhow.  Jenna had put an expiration date on her mooning over the straight girl, it was for her own heart’s survival. She was just going to have to get over it and find someone new to love come September.   

At the end of Kelly’s performance, Michael mumbled something about having to head to work and to tell Kelly he’d text her later.   Jenna nodded, disgusted that he couldn’t have waited the additional minute for Kelly to take her bow and get off the stage before leaving.  It was as if Michael wanted Kelly to see him disappear from the audience.   

When the last of the groups had performed, Jenna grabbed the huge bouquet of Gerbera Daisies along with the drawing she’d scribbled a note and her signature on and headed out to the lobby.   

Kelly was a huge supporter of Jenna’s art.  Whenever she sketched Kelly during a performance, Kelly always wanted to keep it.  Jenna had barely been able to keep a few of her very favorites, as Kelly demanded she sign and date each one, grinning and telling Jenna she’d be a famous, artist someday and the picture would be worth a fortune.  

Through the thick crowd, Jenna wove her way to where she’d seen Kelly’s parents standing off to the side of the stage door.   

“Oh, darling, that was magnificent.”  

“Sweetheart, you were amazing, as usual.”

Jenna could hear the praises being bestowed upon Kelly as she waited patiently behind Kelly’s parents, knowing she probably was risking a lot with the words she wrote on her sketch combined with the flowers she’d brought with her.  

It was only a moment before Kelly pushed her way past her doting fans to rush forward and give Jenna a crushing hug.  “So, what’d ya think?” she whispered, releasing Jenna from her grasp.

Thrusting the flowers and the folded sketch towards her, Jenna smiled wistfully and told her every little detail she’d found mesmerizing during her performance.   Kelly was about to open the folded drawing, but Jenna pushed Kelly’s hand down, saying this one was for her to read when she got to Michigan.   Kelly tilted her head to the side, sizing Jenna up, before yanking her hand away.  She turned her back to Jenna, holding the sketch out of her reach and read the passage Jenna had been holding in her heart for so long.   

Jenna bowed her head, knowing once the truth was out, Kelly probably wouldn’t speak to her, so instead of waiting for the inevitable, she turned on her heel and trudged towards the exit.

She had almost made it out to her car when she could hear Kelly calling after her.  Jenna paused, resting her head wearily against the top of her car door.  Jenna was waiting for a tirade, but instead she got a gentle brush down her spine.  Kelly tugged on her shoulder, spinning Jenna to face her.   Jenna couldn’t look up, refusing to see her love thrown back at her face in disgust.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kelly whispered, tipping Jenna’s chin up to force her gaze upwards.   “We’ve wasted so much time,” she whined, bending down and kissing a shocked Jenna on the lips.  

It took a moment for Jenna to realize what was happening, instead choosing to enjoy her first kiss without her mind getting in the way.  

Kelly broke the kiss and hugged Jenna fiercely.  “I have loved you for so long and you wait until a month before we head off to college to tell me your feelings?”  

The smile that eclipsed across Jenna’s face was blinding, and something Kelly couldn’t wait to see more of.   

“Hey, you’ve been holding out on me too,” Jenna mumbled as she leaned up on tiptoes to kiss Kelly back.

“I guess we’re both pretty stupid now, aren’t we?”

Writing Challenge A to Z – Fearless

Happy Friday, folks.  I hope you are all getting ready to enjoy the most out of yours.  I’ve been in a bit of a funk this week, both work and home have seemed to get the better of me, and my muse left the building.  I wrestled her to the ground today, and even though I didn’t feel like writing, knew I needed to write something, anything to get over that hump of frustration.

So I’m off to get a sassy new do, and pour myself a nice little cocktail when I get home to celebrate having made it through another week.  I wish you a lovely day and hope you enjoy it to the best of your abilities!   Cheers, Michela

 

Fearless-Kids

Truce

Darla looked down at the stack of dishes, wondering when her life had become about cleaning up after her two precocious children.  When Trevor and her decided to adopt, first Andre and then Anissa, she’d decided to quit her job and stay home with the kids.  After all, this is what they’d dreamt of, a family to call their own.  After years of trying, they’d finally decided if Darla couldn’t conceive on her own, they’d open up their home to a couple of children who could use loving parents.   

She sighed heavily, wiping her hands on the dishtowel next to the sink.  It had been a rough morning.  Andre and his sister had decided to start their day battling wills, and the aruging hadn’t stopped all morning.  Darla had finally sent them outside to play in the backyard, hoping they’d find something to entertain themselves individually so she could actually get something done other than refereeing another one of their arguments.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any whining, crying or complaining for a while, which as any parent knows, silence usually means kids are up to no good.   Stepping out onto the patio, she looked around, wondering what the pair were up to.   Wandering towards the small playhouse they’d build in the far corner of the lot, she heard giggling.  Not just giggling, but belly laughter.

Tiptoeing around the corner of the house, her jaw dropped open.  There standing on a low hanging branch of the oak tree stood her two kids dressed up as superheroes.  They were jumping down off the branch and zooming around, swooping up toy trucks and action figures as if they were saving the day.  Each claiming to be braver than the other.   Not wanting to disturb the peace, she backed slowly away, allowing her happy children to continue their epic battle between good and evil.  She smile to herself as she went back to washing the dishes knowing that these kinds of days were the ones that made every other one worth it.

Writing Challenge – A to Z: Epic

Here is my letter E entry for this challenge.  You’d be surprised how hard it is to find a great photo prompt to go with an adjective starting with E.   So, Epic it is.  I found this photo and it resonated with me and where I am in my life right now, wondering where all the time has gone and how I ended here instead of the path I’d always figured I’d end up on. Not that here is so bad, just different.

So here you go, enjoy!

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Just Press Pause

Shit, she was late for work– again.  It wasn’t like she had a poor work ethic, or was perpetually late to everything, but this job.  It sucked the life right out of her.  Emily had been working at the Simpson and Simpson law firm as their receptionist for the last month when their previous employee left for a new job.  After a month of fetching coffee for pompous jackholes, answering phones and filing enough folder to fill a warehouse, she was over it.  

She tapped her foot to Beyonce’s Formation, willing her train to arrive quicker than the five minutes the arrival board was displaying.  The platform was bustling, and she was jostled around to facing the pylon with the words, ‘Do Epic Shit’.  It was as if a lightening bolt struck her beside the head.  How could she have veered so far off course?  She’d come to New York, just like every other person from podunk Nowheresville, USA, looking for fame and fortune on Broadway.  She’d stopped auditioning a while back when she needed to take any job she could to pay rent.  A roof over her head, even a roach infested hole in the wall, seemed more important than living on the street for a dream.

Staring at those words, etched on the wall made her reconsider her whole perspective.  The subway rattled into the station.  Emily squeezed into a seat and pulled out her phone, binging up the Backstage website.   By the time she arrived at her station Emily had noted three shows she was planning on securing an audition for, right after she put in her notice to her current job from hell.  She’d find a waitressing or bartending gig somehow to pay the bills, but she couldn’t let her dreams pass her by without giving every last drop of blood in her soul into the endeavor.

Writing Challenge A to Z: Depressed

Hope you are all ready for the weekend.  Here’s my next little dribble of a story — the image based on the prompt: Depressed.

Enjoy!

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Pressure

Sinking further beneath the bubbles, Audrey felt the stress of the day melt away.  Her life was spiraling out of control.  She wished it would all just melt away like she could close her eyes and slip beneath the water, never to surface again.  

It hadn’t always been this bleak, but between Audrey’s mother’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis and her company giving her a pink slip, it felt like a black cloud was following her around.  She’d just come home from visiting another assisted living possibility, this one even more expensive than the last one she’d visited yesterday.   The pressure of life was caving in on her, and she felt like she was drowning.  

She lit the cigarette she’d had hidden in her freezer since she’d quit six months ago, inhaling the smoke and feeling its immediate soothing effect.  She could hear her phone pinging in the other room, but sunk beneath the bubbles in an effort to tune out the world for just another few minutes.  To believe, she’d somehow be able to care for her mother in the best way possible. To hope, she might find a new job before her unemployment checks ran out or got evicted from her tiny apartment.   

For now, she enjoyed the serene silence, knowing chaos was just above the surface.

Writing Challenge – A to Z: Carefree

I hope you all had a lovely Easter weekend.  It’s taken me a bit to get back into the groove of writing.   Today, I have chosen ‘Carefree’ as my word and the below image to go with the prompt.  Enjoy!

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A Change Will Do You Good

Stuck.

She’d been stuck in the same old rut for the last seven years.  She wasn’t sure how she succumbed to being a slave to her work, but it had somehow snuck up on her.  Like a thief in the night stealing any fun, or love life she might have had.   Working for over sixty hours a week will do that to you, not to mention send you into a body bag at a very young age.

When the pink slip suddenly shows up on your desk one day, the company deciding you’re no longer worth the money you make or the revenue you bring in, what do you do with your life?  How do you decide what’s next when you have been jogging on the same treadmill year after year singularly focused.

Kelly packed up the last box in her office, giving one spare glance over her shoulder and walked out of the building, dropping her badge at the front desk without a word.  The afternoon sun blinded her as she walked towards her car, a grin peeking out from her grim facade.  

Throwing the box in her trunk, she got into her car and sped off, dreaming of sandy beaches and fruity cocktails —  hell, maybe a cabana boy or two.