The Big Lie

You may think his motives are noble, but he’s just regurgitating the same old Big Lie over and over again in his ill-conceived attempt to bring about a false sense of euphoria among his mostly brain dead supporters about his returning to office.

The whole foundation of the Big Lie is gnarly and quite rickety, and yet the majority of Republicans continue to polish his clearly rotten apple of an ego.

It’s truly beyond comprehension that so many have been duped by this madman.

Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (noble), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (regurgitate), Ragtag Daily Prompt (euphoria), Word of the Day Challenge (gnarl), Your Daily Word Prompt (rickety), and My Vivid Blog (apple).

Throwback Thursday — Independence

Maggie, at From Cave Walls, and by Lauren at LSS Attitude of Gratitude, alternate hosting Throwback Thursday. The idea of the prompt is for them to give us a topic and for us to write a post in which we share our own memories or experiences about the given topic. This week, Maggie chose the topic of “independence,” and she wants to know…

When did you first start to feel independent?

I had a rather unique childhood. I don’t think I was planned. And possibly not even wanted. My father was 42 when I was born and my mother was 37. I had two older sisters, one 15 years older than me and one nine years older. Both of my parents worked and by the time I was ten, both of my sisters were out of the house living their own lives. So, for all intents and purposes, I was an only child.

With both of my parents working full time, I became what used to be called a “latchkey kid.” My father typically left the house each morning by around 6:00 and often didn’t get home until 8 or 9 at night. My mother had to leave for her job by around 8:00 in the morning and didn’t get home until 5:30 or 6. I typically fixed myself a bowl of cereal in the morning and then walked to school (elementary school) or to the bus stop (middle school and high school). I would come home to an empty house after school, fix myself a snack, and then either do my homework or spend time with neighborhood friends until my mother got home from work.

As a result, I learned pretty early in life — at around age ten — to be self-sufficient and independent. That said, I was still dependent upon my parents to provide a roof over my head, food for the table, and clothing for me to wear.

I suppose, though, my true “independence” started when I was 18 and left home for college. My parents, despite both working hard, couldn’t fund the costs of college, so I had to work part time during the school years and full time during the summers to pay for college. It wasn’t a tough transition for me because I had been pretty much on my own for most of my “formative” years even before going off to college.

After graduating from college and graduate school, I was a bit of a loner. I had a lot of friends that I hung out with, but I lived by myself and prized my alone time and privacy. It wasn’t until I was 30 that I met the woman I would marry two years later. I was 33 when our first child was born.

I have no regrets about my growing up situation and I believe that my need to be self-sufficient and independent has served me well. I tried to instill in my kids that being independent in both thought and deed was important and I think that has served them both well in their own adult lives.

And I fully agree with Maggie’s point that independence is learning how to stand on your own, to understand how you fit into the world, and to be responsible for your decisions and actions.

One Minute Fiction — Enough is Enough

“This is ridiculous. Send her a text,” my wife said. So I texted her this:


We appreciate what you did for us, and we love the plants and other little gifts you bring by. That’s very kind of you. But you sold us this house and we moved in two months ago. We’re settled in and there’s no need for you to stop by everyday to see how we’re doing. You were our real estate agent, and a very good one, but you’re not our friend. If we ever decide to sell this house, we’ll call you. In the meantime, don’t call us. Don’t drop by. Enough is enough.


Carl and Eileen

An hour later, our doorbell rang. “Guess who!” She said. “I love your new doormat. It’s a hoot!”

Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Cyranny.

Three Line Tales — The Costume

His best friend Sam asked Ethan what costume he would be wearing to the school’s Halloween party when Ethan told Sam he wasn’t going, and when Sam asked him why not, Ethan admitted that his family was so poor that they were unable to give him any money to buy a costume.

Sam told him Ethan to just drape an old shirt over his head and to walk around as if he were a zombie.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Ethan said, taking off his flannel shirt, placing it over his head, and demonstrating his best zombie pose for Sam.

Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Aedrian via Unsplash.

FOWC with Fandango — Regurgitate


Welcome to October 21, 2021 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “regurgitate.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.