Sometimes I wish I was their friend and not their mother

Today I’m linking up with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. The prompt I chose was: Write a post about an argument you recently had with someone from the moment of conflict to the moment of resolution in 15 lines or less. A faint jingle of Poochie-Bells coming from the front door interrupted the tension of a … Continue reading Sometimes I wish I was their friend and not their mother

The worst punishment ever

Except for a tiny bubble of light floating over our kitchen sink from a handmade night-light, the house waited for me in darkness. Rehearsal Tuesday night was disjointed, but productive. My mind replayed all of my mistakes, visually marking what I need to work on before this Saturday's annual Riverside Park Pops Concert. It is … Continue reading The worst punishment ever