Cattitude and Gratitude

“Get away from the window. They’ll see you,” my mother hissed as I stared at the moving van across the street.

“Look! There’s a girl about my age,” I cried with excitement. Since I turned 12, my younger brother was even less appealing to hang out with and I longed for a girlfriend. “I’m going to invite her over.”

“No, Anne! We don’t want you associating with them!” my father said, anger clouding his face.

“Why?” I asked, confused.

“They’re Muslims,” he said.

“So, what difference does that make?”

“They’re different from us. They don’t live the same way we do. I bet they don’t even speak English.”

“That doesn’t bother me. I want to know more about them,” I insisted and opened the door. My father stepped into the doorway, blocking my path.

“No. I don’t want you going over there and that’s final.”

Our eyes met and he gave me one of his tough father looks. Finally I backed down and went to my room to do my homework.

My parents were so fearful and narrowminded. Somethings it was like living in a pr…

Sara stepped out of the shower and onto the scale. She frowned at the numbers that screamed out at her as if taunting her.
Winter had not been kind to her weight.
She pinched the extra rolls that jiggled around her stomach. It felt like an extra heavy sweater that she couldn’t remove. How Santa could be jolly with his little round belly was a mystery. Her stomach was just plain gross.
Looking at her full length reflection in the mirror, she felt nauseous. Who was that middle-aged fat lady staring back at her?
She peered into her closet wondering what to wear. All her summer clothes seemed to have shrunk while they’d been in there for the past six months.
That was it. She would join the gym and start a diet right away this very minute.

She peered into the fridge looking for some healthy fruit and vegetables to snack on. There wasn’t much to pick from, a few bruised apples and some limp celery. She would have to go grocery shopping.
Then she spied some chocolate cake left over from Brad’s…

Even after this month of writing Creating verse is still exciting,
I think in rhyme all the time Lying in bed or scrubbing grime, Putting out laundry or feeding the cat Rhymes appear, what’s up with that?
But finding the right words to fit my verse Can sometimes be an annoying curse, Some words don’t work and need to go They mess up the verse and ruin the flow,
Whether I’m at home or out on the town I keep my notebook to write verse down, Sometimes I’m wordy and sometimes I’m terse It’s hard to find balance for my verse,
I’m well versed in verse and love to write Whether early in the morning or late at night!



I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, except Sundays. http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
Here are my previous posts for the challenge:

A is for Andante or Allegro, which one are you?
B is for Beauty of Birds
C is forMy Favourite Words begin with C
D is for It's Still a Delightful Day!
E is for Elusive Eloise
F is for Forgive and Forget
G is for Guilt
H is…

With many thanks to my Facebook friend, Megan Slattery who inspired this story this morning with her Facebook post about her wonderment at seeing a young couple walking along enjoying the spring day without being buried in their phones or having ear buds hanging out of their ears.

Shauna hurried along, phone in hand, texting with her friend, Casey. She was late for French class once again. Her eyes never once left her phone as she  rushed across the pedestrian bridge. Suddenly she collided with someone and her phone flew out of her hand. She shrieked as she saw it go hurtling over the bridge and heard a splash.
“Noooooooo!” she cried. . She turned and focused on the dazed girl sprawled on the ground next to her.
“Are you okay?” Shauna asked, helping the girl to her feet.
“I lost my phone!” the girl wailed.
“Me, too,” Shauna said, trembling in panic. Both of them looked over the edge of the bridge to the murky depths of the river below.
“This sucks,” the girl said and started to cry.
“Oh, come …

Thoughts By Cat Graham
Thoughts bombard us all day long Like an annoying ear worm song, What do your thoughts have to say about you? Are they happy, angry, false or true?
Thoughts affect how we act and feel How many of those thoughts are actually real? Thoughts are like a filter always sorting and sifting Changing, adjusting and constantly shifting
I can’t, I’m a failure, I’m dumb and lazy Such negative thoughts can drive us crazy, Thoughts like these stop us in our tracks Give us headaches and panic attacks,
Negative thoughts limit our ways of being Thinking positive can be so freeing, Why not try a little at a time? To make it less of an uphill climb,
Take off that stupid negative thoughts sweater And sure enough, you’ll start to feel better!




I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, except Sundays. http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/
Here are my previous posts for the challenge:

A is for Andante or Allegro, which one are you?
B is for Beauty of Birds
C is forMy Fav…

For today's letter S challenge, I wrote a poem and made a collage with squirrel photos. No poem about squirrels would be complete without some photos of the little bast..er cuties.







I am participating in the A to Z Challenge writing a blog post for every day in April, except Sundays. http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

Here are my previous posts for the challenge:

A is for Andante or Allegro, which one are you?
B is for Beauty of Birds
C is forMy Favourite Words begin with C
D is for It's Still a Delightful Day!
E is for Elusive Eloise
F is for Forgive and Forget
G is for Guilt
H is for Holiday in your Head
I is for Introverts can have Impact and Influence
J is for Jack and Jill
K is for Katie the Klutz
L is for Lollygagging
M is for Magical Moments
N is for Never Again
O is for Object
P is for Picture Perfect
Q is for Q is a Quirky Letter
R is for Romance