Happy New Day!
I know that you are still awake and I thought you could use a creative prompt. Personify or anthropomorphize a space...
I love and miss you so much!
I know that you are hitting a slow dip in your workday so I wanted to provide you with a creative prompt. Write about a backpack or purse that means a lot to you...
I know that you might be hitting a slow dip in your workday so I wanted to provide you with a creative prompt. Write about a backpack or purse that means a lot to you...
The dogs filled the enclosed grassy area with exuberance and a diverse offering of activities. Small dogs were playing with even smaller dogs, while the big dogs sipped gin and tonics on the laps of their owners. There was catch, tackle, tag, and even neutered humping. It was almost like being at a kid’s birthday party but without the annoyance of children.

The park was peaceful. No barking, but just the gentle tittering of the dog’s owners circled around and gossiping about Samantha’s new curly-haired snookifrabino named Lily, who apparently was afflicted with nightmare growling, a common trait of her breed. She was Samantha’s sixth “Lily” and counting, and lately Lily had a growing suspicion that her owner only really liked her for silky, spotted coat and not her exceptional ability for smelling marijuana from a mile away.

After being told to “get down,” Lily rolled her eyes and trotted over to the hubbub in the center of the park. She paused for a second, looking up at the smoggy sky, and thought to herself, “Is there more than this acre of trodden-on grass? Will I ever find myself here?” but was quickly interrupted by Hammer, the Broad-backed, short-haired, Scottish Surger, chomping down on her velvety ear. She chased him around in circles, pausing once to sniff an unknown shit, only to find it was her own.

“Is everything okay with Lily?”, Susan, the owner of Maggot, a highly intelligent Cobble-tailed terrier, asked Audrey. “Oh yes she’s fine. The vet told me that with her heightened intelligence comes bouts of existential dread. Isn’t that like the cutest thing you’ve ever heard?” The women laughed and continued to chat, still wearing their robes and Ugg slippers, while Winston, the fourteen-year old Gorkle, ran and retrieved his favorite orange ball from his owner, over and over and over again.

Here is a piece I wrote in six grade for you that I recently discovered...

"It's Time to Say Goodbye"

I don't want to say farewell, but I know I have to...

I know I should be happy, but Pennsylvania is so far away

You're off to make the world a better place, spreading your kindness and generosity

You'll make friends right when you walk onto the campus, with your cheerful laughter and your goofy personality

I can't believe it, it has gone so fast

The dreams of venturing out into the world, are finally here

I know you'll miss us, but you will have joyous and proud memories up ahead

I know I will see you on holidays and vacations, but it will never be the same

I will miss hearing your lovely voice in your room singing away, me telling you to be quiet, but secretly loving and enjoying it

I will miss your goofy humor, making me laugh when I was sad and angry

I will miss how excited you got about small and simple things, and your hope and support

I will miss how you could make fun of yourself and never get upset, how you always forgave people and never held a grudge

But most of all I miss your love and dedication to things, how you could love an object or a subject and never grow tired or too grown up for it

As you go off to college, don't be scared or timid Be confident and determined

We have had such wonderful memories together, and I can't wait to have some with you in the future

Don't forget I will always be here for you, no matter what

I will miss you very much