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The Last Little Snowperson

March 13, 2018

Yesterday morning I talked about the little snowperson I passed on my walk to work and this morning I’m sad to report that the little Snowperson is no more.

Someone – an unimaginative sort who obviously doesn’t believe in the magic involved with little snowpeople guarding downtown Minneapolis intersections – decided to take their anger out on the tiny street guard.

I would have eventually given him one but little guy never even had a name that I know of which, in a way, makes his whole story even sadder.

he might be a fairy tale,
they say he was made of snow (and twigs and a rock),
but I certainly know that he’d come to life every day.
Maybe there’s some magic in the parts he left behind
and when we see his picture we can start to dance around.

Oh last little snowperson . . . a carefree, peaceful soul . . .

Maybe it’s better this way because with the warm-up coming later this week he would have suffered a slow death by melting. And I guess it’s better that someone would destroy a little snowperson (even one who was minding his own business) than hit another person or kick the family pet, but still, the world is a little sadder place today.

Goodbye little snowperson.

The Last Little Snowperson

The Last Little Snowperson

He’s gone and nothin’s gonna bring him back.


Little Snowperson

March 12, 2018

Walking in to work this morning –

(isn’t interesting how one word can make a difference? Because if I had typed,        “Walking into work this morning” it would have made work seem like a brick wall or something that I had walked headfirst into. Of course sometimes work does feel like a brick wall that I’m walking headfirst into, especially when people call in to say they’re going to be late this morning (do people really not know about the return to Daylight Savings Time and did they not turn on the news at all since Friday or talk to someone who had?) because their alarm clock or alarm phone or alarm TV had the wrong time, but that’s beside the point.)

– I passed this little snowperson hanging out on the corner of 6th Street and 4th Avenue South in downtown Minneapolis. It’s not a great picture and I wasn’t in the mood to bend down and take the picture but you get the idea. The eyes, nose and arms are made from little twigs and his mohawk haircut is a little rock.

I have no idea who made the little snowperson and left it there to guard the intersection, but whoever you are, thank you for the morning surprise. It’s nice to start the day with a smile.


Little snowperson

Little Snowperson brightening up the day of everyone who walks past him this morning.

What’s the Story?

March 11, 2018

The WordPress Daily Post Photo Challenge prompt for this week is: Story

For this week’s challenge, do some visual storytelling with your photography. 

I saw this guy in a coffeeshop telling a story on his tablet with his art so he’s my story.

Please feel free to leave a linkback to your blog in the comments so I can stop over and check out your picture. 🙂


Boon! (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

March 11, 2018

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community, hosted by Charli Mills, is HERE.

March 8, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a balloon. It can be a party balloon or a hot air balloon. How does it add to your story? Go where the prompt leads.

“Boon! Boon!”

Head thrown back, arms raised to the ceiling, fingers extended and wiggling like worms on the hook, Jess reached for the orange balloon bouncing across the dining room ceiling.

I’m not sure how memories are categorized; how they’re filed away in the brain or what hand determines which memories stay and which ones fade, but sitting here now, as old as I am, I still remember Jess’ face on that birthday morning and those eyes, big as the chocolate chip pancakes she just finished eating when I pulled the balloon down and held it out to her.


Seeker (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)

March 4, 2018

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community, hosted by Charli Mills, is HERE.

March 1, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a raven. It can be in nature or used to describe humanity as a metaphor. Follow the bird. Go where the prompt leads.


The fortune-teller extended a bony hand toward me. Thin translucent fingers pressed against my chest sending a chill into me.

She pulled back and raised her hand and was holding an amorphous black glob in her palm. “This,” she said. “Is what lives inside you.”

I frowned.

“This means you need to clean your spirit; your soul.” She explained. The fortune-teller closed her hand and the bubbling image evaporated.


A thin smile spread across her wizened face. “Find your guide.”

Outside, squinting against the sun, I saw the raven, perched on the light pole, looking down at me.



Find a Penny . . .

March 1, 2018

I stepped out of my car this morning and looked down and there was a penny laying there between my feet just waiting for me to pick it up.

Lots of superstitions around finding pennies but I like this one so I’m going with it –

Find a penny, pick it up and all the day you’ll have good luck.

So, beautiful readers of this blog, I want to share the found penny’s good luck with you so that you have a happy and healthy and prosperous day. All you have to do to share in my good fortune is close your eyes for one second and think of the name of a person you’d like to share some of your good luck with.

And the Earth Would Dance

February 28, 2018

If I could control all the world’s music for just 10 minutes I’d have everything: radio stations, TV stations, mp3 players, streaming services, satellites, Bluetooth headphones, computer/laptop/tablet speakers, loudspeakers, public and emergency broadcast systems, tuned to this song. Some people would immediately drop what they were doing and jump up and start dancing. Other people would see the smiles on the dancer’s faces – because you can’t dance without smiling, right? – and these people would smile too and their smiles would melt away any feelings of self-consciousness they might be experiencing until a few seconds had passed and those cautious people would stand up and dance as well. And other people who maybe can’t stand up and dance would roll or sway or rock or raise their arms or nod their heads to dance because dancing, as well as smiling, is contagious, and within a minute or so everyone in the world would have stopped what they were doing just a few seconds ago because they’d be smiling and dancing with each other. And after 10 minutes, when the song is over, everyone would stand around catching their breath and, still smiling, everyone would look around at everyone else and say, damn, but that was fun, wasn’t it?, and everyone else would nod their heads and agree, saying, yeah, it sure was. And while everyone was agreeing with everyone else, everyone would forget about going back to work or back to the television or back to the news program they were watching or listening to, or back to thinking about things they can’t control, or back to wherever it was they were going 10 minutes ago. Then someone would wonder, hey, why can’t we do that again?, and someone else would wonder, yeah, why can’t we do that again? and then everyone would wonder why they can’t do that again and then the music would start up again and the earth would dance. It could happen. Peace.

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