Today a woman somewhere is laughing, weeping, grieving, or celebrating. Someone is giving birth; someone is losing a loved one to death. Relationships are forming, others are ending. For some, this will be an ordinary day filled with many of the same activities as yesterday. For others, something unexpected will suddenly make this day unforgettable, one that they may tell their children and grandchildren about in the future. In the same way that we are curious about how our grandmothers lived, future generations will be interested in learning about what an ordinary day was like in our lives.
We are looking for stories from Story Circle Network members. Think of a day in your life that you would like to write about. It may be something that happened on a specific date or something that reflects a certain holiday or season. We welcome reprint posts from your blogs too. Members submit here
Words are my life, Not just to speak my thoughts, Not just to free-associate with my shrink, Not just to count backwards before anesthesia. Words are the actors in my poems, The plots in my short stories, The themes in my essays, The motives in my novels. Words are “the stream I go a-fishing in,” […]
“Laptops,” the computer tech said, “only have about a five-year lifespan. That may be why your keyboard is not functioning correctly.” “Five years,” I screamed. “For as much as I paid for this, that’s all I get!” And so my day began. A lunch break relieved some frustration. Sitting at the kitchen table we saw […]
When I was young, people asked: “Why don’t you have kids?” I usually muttered back something smart-alecky like: “I had one, but I forgot where I put it.” When it was too late to conceive, people asked me that same question, but in the past tense with outrage: “How come you never had kids?!?” They […]
For many of us, writing is a journey of self-discovery, full of delights and surprises. I never set out to write a memoir. I had no plan or outline, no clear beginning and an unknown conclusion. It just became one along the way. Eight years ago, I had just discovered that my daughter was a […]
My New Year’s resolution to let others be themselves and not react to their moods is being tested. I’m at the spice shop for my annual ritual of purchasing new spices in January. “Good morning, may I help you?” “I have a list of spices to purchase.” “Okay, read off your list.” “Basil, bay leaf, […]
There was a freezing chill in the January air. Rosy-cheeked, Grammy and I stood in line stomping our feet to keep warm, pulling our wool hats over reddened ears, and tightening our scarves around our necks. At noon the theater door opened and a black-caped man announced: “Welcome to Le Theatre de Marionette.” We edged […]
