Sue clacked away at her keyboard. Baltimore was a good place to be a reporter. Charm City had a lot going on plus the action of DC just down the road and New York a few hours to the north. Tom, Editor in Chief, lumbered out of his office and scanned the cubicles as he … Continue reading Solution of Convenience
Author: Cynthia Praski
A Writer’s Angst
As 2021 comes to a close I’ve been pondering the question, “Why are writers insecure about their talent?” Our angst revolves around what is “good writing”. We ask, “Am I a good writer?” or “Is this piece good enough?” frequently followed by, “When will they figure out I’m not a real author/writer?” It’s all self-doubt. … Continue reading A Writer’s Angst
A Strange and Mournful Day
I hold your childhood in my cupped hands. I bring my hands to my chest, and slowly open them. The treasure floats free and soaks into my flesh and passes through my bones to rest in my heart. Yesterday’s treasure was memories of your younger sister. What will tomorrow’s treasure be? I will hold them … Continue reading A Strange and Mournful Day
An OK Day
She had almost missed it. She was looking at the gray sky when she’d put out her hand to open the shiny glass door. She’d glanced at the plants in the flower boxes as she always had over the multitude of unchanging days. Today hidden within the subtle variations of sable were pops of red. … Continue reading An OK Day
When I’m Old
When I’m old, I’ll let my hair grow long and I won’t ever dye it again. I’ll buy a motorcycle. My tresses will be at mid-thigh when I put on my aqua pants and magenta leather jacket. I’ll cram my helmet atop my head and yell, “Weehoo!” as I jump on my bike. I’ll fly … Continue reading When I’m Old
Cynthia Praski 