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The Emerald Isle

May’s 5th “green” post. Enjoy!

They say our people once roamed the land, free as anybody. 

That was ages ago. 

Today I can only dream of visiting my homeland.

I stare at pictures in books, the ancient wonders inspiring awe within me, the green of the landscape reflected back in the glass.

Next door, the hermit crab laughs.

“Do you really think they’ll let a snake into Ireland?”

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Teal Confusion

May’s theme is “green”. Enjoy this 4th post. 


If you love me, love me true, buy me a ribbon, a ribbon of blue.

If you hate me, let it be seen, buy me a ribbon, a ribbon of green.*

That’s what the poem said for the village dance, and no doubt sweethearts all over either smiled with delight or sobbed into their pillows at this moment; but what was Rose to do with a teal ribbon? She knew George was shy; but this teal was no clearer a declaration than a mud puddle was a spring. Rose slowly pulled her hair up and trudged toward the laughter and fiddles’ music streaming from the school hall. The dancers made weaving tracks around each other like bees in a hive. There was George, absolute misery and apprehension on his face. Rose stood resolutely, waiting for the ax to fall as he made his way to her, hand outstretched, and said to her, “I’m sorry. I thought you knew. I’m colorblind.”
* poem by Wendy Watson

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What Alice Found

May’s theme is ‘green’. Enjoy this second post. 

Light and swirling dust motes filled the attic. Alice coughed, surveying the scene of her childhood, taking in her grandmother’s trunks and old desk. Ancient dolls sat like sentinels of the past across the furniture.

So many memories, now colored with grief.

Alice opened a wooden trinket box and caught her breath.

Holding her discovery to the light, Grandmother’s lost emerald ring flashed with green fire.

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A Theme for May and a Goofy Poem

Happy May, all! This month I’m choosing a theme for Storybound, and that theme is the color green. May is my parents’ and grandmother’s birth month.  Partly for that reason, I’ve always loved their birthstone, emerald, and all shades therein. Green is living, vibrant, soothing, and uplifting to me. Being around green plant life refreshes me like few other things. And since “April showers bring May flowers”*, I’d say it’s a fair month for sharing these light-hearted scribbles.

To start things off, here’s a poem I almost trashed a few weeks ago. High literature it is not. But hey, what better way to kick off a month dedicated to a certain color than by cramming as many synonyms as possible into one post?


Jade, emerald, pea green, lime,

Truly you are a color sublime.

Basil, pistachio, olive, mint,

Deliciousness in every hint.

Perhaps the worst poem ever seen,

But who can resist the color green?


Answer: I can’t. 😉

* Although, here in sunny FL, our crispy brown grass anticipates summer thunderstorms instead…Florida, you’re such a rebel.

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Fridays with Flora Felda 7

April 28th, 2017

Read the first 6 episodes here.

Well, dear reader, when last I left off, Lavender, James, and I had just reached The Abyss.  To continue, then…

The light beckoned to us like a finger of destiny. Swallowing our fears, we crawled under the door. Stretched before us were mountain ranges obscured in the dark. I could barely make out what was what-clothes, legos, other toys? We had to go through it.

Our first obstacle was soft and pillowy. Clothes, and not very clean clothes, by the smell of them.

“Whew! Doesn’t the Authoress ever do laundry?” James made a face. We clambered on, helping each other over slippery buttons and across rugged zippers. We started scaling a rather stained pair of khakis. Just as Lavender reached for me, my foot slipped out from under me, and I tumbled into a dark crevice.

“Flora!” Lavender screamed. “Flora!” Her voice was very far away and muffled. I shook my head and squinted up at the hole I’d fallen through, barely brighter than the black around me.

“I’m fine,” I called up. “This must be a pocket.”  Lavender sounded like she and James were arguing.

“Can you climb up?” James called. I looked around and felt the air. Ah, there was the pocket lining. I continued to my right when my hand struck something cold and hard. It was big, almost half my height, but beyond that I couldn’t say.

“I found something, maybe I can climb up on it,” I shouted up. A sudden beam of light made me wince.

“I forgot the flashlight,” said James sheepishly. My snipey comment died on my lips. The cold hard thing I was squinting at was a pink, jagged stone polished in the shape of a cube. There was only one thing it could be.

“The Charm of Charmaine,” I whispered.

“What?” Lavender shouted. “What is it?”

“I found the Charm of Charmaine!” I shrieked . “Look, you guys! James, shine that light down again!”

I head gasps as the light reflected off the stone’s smooth surface. I was too excited to notice that the light above was coming from more than just the flashlight, or that James and Lavender weren’t watching anymore, but instead looking over the pocket crevice and talking in worried voices. Before they could say a word of warning, a loud creaking noise broke overhead. Seconds later, we were all three disoriented and scared as we were lifted, clothes, charm, and all, and taken out of The Abyss.


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New Blog!

Hello friends, in case you haven’t checked out my new About page, I’ve started a new blog!

I’ll still be sharing fiction writing, book reviews, and all things writing life related here, on Storybound. There’s still a little clean up to do but I’m taking it slowly.

Stay Awake is about seeing hope in my life and sharing it with you. This sight will also probably alter a bit over the coming months, but it’s ready as is. I hope you’ll take a look. The latest post is about postpartum depression.

Happy Monday from the Hopeful Romantic. xo


The stories we read

Comfort Reads


It comes as no surprise to have read little these past few months. The newborn stage is consuming and fleeting. I’ve had little energy for reading, both for myself and to my children, beyond the picture book at bedtime. But now that we’re already in the second quarter of 2017 (what!!??), I thought I’d share tentative reading lists for myself and my kids.

Books to read with my kids:

Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Including the author’s name almost seems unnecessary here, but maybe that’s just because I’m so familiar with this series. We read Little House in the Big Woods last year and we have yet to begin the next in the series. This is the year!

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling. (Another well-known name, if not more than the first). They enjoyed TSS so much last year. I’m looking forward to the next installment as much as they are!

-Others-wow, I really had a specific title in mind here, and now it’s gone. (ha) Well, I’m leaving the rest of this one open. I’d love to keep going in the Little House series. We’ll have to hunt down some more classics from the library because 2 or three novels is a nice start, but I’m hoping for more than that this year.

My list:

The Life-Changeing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo. I really want to see what all the hype is about. Plus, with 4 kids, I’ve never been more invested in de-cluttering. Any help I can get is appreciated!

Middlemarch by George Eliot.  I picked up this book from our local used book store last fall. I’ve heard good things about this author and it’s been a while since I’ve read a classic.

Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist. A friend gave me this book of essays on this often puzzling and heart-rending quality of life. I’ve read the first essay and I love Niequist’s style-easy to read, but raw and real without being jaded or harsh. I’m looking forward to finishing it.

Rising Strong by Brené Brown. Pretty much anything by Brown has my attention! And, it was given to me by the above mentioned friend. Therefore I would be a fool not to read it.

It looks like I’m trying to read what’s already on my bookshelf this year. I’ll check back in a few months from now and let you know my progress. Also, I’m leaving room for ‘comfort reads’-familiar books that sort of rest my mind when I’m not able to invest in a new story. There will still be lots of picture books enjoyed with my children, but I hope to add at least 3 or 4 novels to their repertoire this year too.

What are you reading this year?

Comfort reads if I ever saw them!