A friend of mine from way back - first grade, it so happens - has a blog called "
Bare Naked Bones" which I recommend visiting. The content is centered around the musings of a woman paying attention to her surroundings on an everyday basis. It isn't glossed over and beautified. The author paints a very honest and telling story of life where she lives and walks her dog. It is sensitive and compassionate. It is passionate and raw. This is a writer who isn't afraid to tackle the tough stuff and share it with the rest of us.
Here is an excerpt from one of her posts:
It was like watching someone play Grand Theft Auto in slow motion. He poked and jabbed around the driver's side window with a flattened beer can, muttering, cursing and teetering. He knocked at the frame and tried the door handle several times before noticing me. "Can't find my keys. Heh heh." I smiled and let my dog sniff a nearby tree a bit longer. After another reassuring "Heh heh," he resumed.
The car is an icy blue Jaguar that is always parked in front of a retirement home, on what is rapidly turning into the worst street in the area. It stands out like a diamond in a coal mine. . ."
To read the rest of the post, and others, visit
Bare Naked Bones~
3 comments:
Thank you, fellow wordsmith. I'm delighted by this! I'd best catch up on your blog, too.
Big hug,
W~
Well, at least you've been writing lots on your blog. What with my life being taken up by Dad's illness, I've been less than stellar about my blog entries. And really, I should be writing about the journey. . .
I'm sad to hear about your father. When the time is right, you'll find the words. I know you!
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