Writing 101, Day Six – A Character-Building Study

She is undeniable. Her presence is larger than life, and she works with determination to get what she wants. Like a bull, she plows through a crowd to get to her destination. Her behavior is downright rude, but few seem offended.

Her eyes are warm and friendly, pools of melted milk chocolate. When she looks at me, I feel her looking into my soul and the goodness she sees there reflects in her eyes. There is love, forgiveness and acceptance in those warm, dark orbs.

A touchy-feely sort, she seems oblivious to boundaries, and surprisingly, strangers enjoy her friendly, gregarious nature. Often impatient, she barks orders, pacing as she waits to get going. Life is short and she wants to pack in as much living as possible.

There are times when she gets on my nerves, and I let her know how I feel, bu I almost always regret it. She becomes quiet and the hurt in her eyes breaks my heart. Those beautiful, soulful eyes looking out from the depths of sadness. I want more than anything to cheer her up.

She is family to me, my dearest friend and companion. Her name is Missy and she is my dog.

Missy

Missy

Writing 101, Day Five – Be Brief

The third grade classroom was a beehive of activity, as children waited for their teacher, Miss Carruthers, to enter the room. Some children sat talking quietly and others goofed around waiting until the last possible moment to sit down.

Miss Carruthers stood in the doorway, surveying the class when she spotted a note on the floor. A day didn’t go by without a crisis of some sort over lost papers, barrettes, pencil crayons or snacks. Finding it first made life easier later on.

Sad school girlOpening the note, Miss Carruthers walked to Jenny’s desk.

“Jenny, is everything OK?” Miss Carruthers gently asked.

Jenny’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Miss Carruthers, “my mom is mad at me.”

Miss Carruthers smiled softly at the sweet, brown-haired child and quietly said, “You dropped this, I think you should read it.”

Jenny reached out, took the note and slowly opened it. Reading it to herself, tears rolling down her face, she turned to Miss Carruthers.

“My mom is sorry, and she loves me!” Jenny smiled as she wiped her tears.

Miss Carruthers patted Jenny on the shoulder and walked to the front of the class.

Another day has begun.

 

Writing 101, Day Three – Three Songs

Piano KeysHow can anyone pick three songs?

I don’t know where to begin, I really don’t. There are childhood songs, church songs, Christmas carols, pop songs from the 80s, songs from the 60s and 70s that my dad would sing.

In my early teens I loved everything from Elton John, and then when I was 16 there were the Bay City Rollers and all the hysteria they invoked. I did go to their concert in Toronto, but I did not scream. I think I was in shock. After all my future husband was on the stage singing. Oh, Leslie McKuen {sigh}.

Then there’s classical music which I loved to play on the piano, basic stuff and not as well as I would’ve liked. I love all kinds of music, and all kinds of songs.

I love praise and worship at church, and I like to bounce around the house to a song with a rockin’ beat. Doing chores with the music cranked is so much fun. I love slow ballads, and even like some of Eminem’s in your face music.

There really are so many options I don’t know what I would pick.

There is ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’. I love Judy Garland’s singing, and I don’t know why this one is such a favourite. I also love ‘Amazing Grace’ a powerful, moving song. I like some silly songs, too. As a child, ‘The Yellow Submarine’ was fun. I loved to sing ‘You are my Sunshine’ to my kids.

I remember this song by the Barenaked Ladies. I can’t think of the name, but it was a really fast song, the lyrics song in a long stream. My youngest would howl with laughter whenever it came on the radio. I just remembered the song from ‘The Grinch who stole Christmas’.

Lately, I like anything with a good beat when I’m driving. I’m a great car dancer, and I like to belt one out while I’m driving. I don’t really care who sees me. I’m way passed being cool, not that being cool was ever a possibility.

I just don’t know what I would pick as my top three. There are so many songs and then there’s all the history that goes with them. Popular songs during break-ups, and deaths, births, and weddings. Isn’t it funny how you can hear a song you haven’t heard in a long time, and it takes you back to time long ago.