
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thoughts on Parenting

Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Gather Family
Monday, May 23, 2011
Tree of Hearts











Saturday, May 21, 2011
Vanishing Act
A fellow Centusian, Dazee Dreamer, graciously dreamed up today's prompt for Jenny Matlock, our favorite meme-meister. I've added slightly less than 100 words to give life to this mini-tale I tell. The prompt, as always, is in red.
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Vanishing Act
©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson
She’d been disappearing for weeks, if such a thing were possible. Clues were fleeting: an odd translucence to her fingers, the soft break in her voice when she was talking, a feeling that her clothes were not quite filled.
This morning, though, she couldn’t feel her feet. Fear flamed, reached out, and raised her grandma’s voice: Close your eyes, Gracie. What you can’t see, can’t hurt you. Slamming those revealing orbs shut, she centered. Ridiculous! Absurd. And yet, the creeping dread still forced her down the hallway. Groping…blind…would terror be confirmed? She looked. Gasped. The reflection in the mirror was no more.
Friday, May 20, 2011
On Weathering the Weather
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Eating What We Sow


Wednesday, May 18, 2011
All in the Family



Tuesday, May 17, 2011
A Perfect Pair
Monday, May 16, 2011
The Graduate

Saturday, May 14, 2011
A Mother's Love
I'm having a little trouble with my husband's PC today, but it's Saturday Centus time again, and I'm determined to give it a go. I like Jenny's prompt this week and have added the requisite words to create a small story. As custom dictates, the prompt is in red.
A Mother's Love
That first night on earth without her mother, she lay quietly, eyes darting round the room, looking for monsters. John had held her through the wee hours before drifting off to sleep, a desertion she regretted but understood. It was her mother's absence she felt, anyway, her mother's sleep she resented.
Trembling with grief and a fear she could neither comprehend nor define, she chided herself. Geez Annie, the woman was 98 years old and in poor health, for heaven's sake. Hadn't she earned a rest? Closing her eyes, she reached for needed comfort, blindly seeking.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry..."
Anne couldn't hear the words, but oh, she felt them. And knew the power of a mother's love.
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I am a lucky woman, whose 84-year-old mother is with her still. This story is for any friend who needs to remember that death cannot contain a mother's love.







