
As a joke, I ask
Sam to identify an
ivy covered tree!
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?… There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~M.Williamson
I looked around my new office with a sigh. It was littered with the detritus of its previous occupants. There were old mugs with contents only slightly less old, disposable containers that had not been disposed of, newspapers more ancient than my car and, most distressingly, every file that had ever gone missing from every other department!
Since www.oneword.com has still not updated, I am having another contest to pick a word for me to write about. The first person to post a word in the comments wins. The prize is that I will use your word for my OneWord post. I will also write a haiku especially for you! I've got my sixty second timer set to go. Someone give me the word!
"Well, far be it from me to mollycoddle anyone," I shrugged, planting my boot in his armored backside and shoving him into the melee already in progress. After whirling around in confusion for a few moments, the young squire finally remembered the mace clutched in his gauntleted hand. He swung it wildly at first but then calmed down and settled into a sort of rhythm: swing, spin, connect, reel, recover, swing again. That boy just might survive this tournament!
Since www.oneword.com has not yet resumed updating, I am having another contest to pick a word for me to write about. The first person to post a word in the comments wins. The prize is that I will use your word for my OneWord post. I will also write a haiku especially for you! I've got my sixty second timer set to go. Someone give me the word!
"So, what's your sign?" Asked the cliche tall, dark and handsome stranger as he handed me a vodka tonic.
www.oneword.com has not yet resumed updating. I am therefore having another contest to pick a word for me to write about. So, once more, the first person to post a word in the comments wins. The prize is that I will use your word for my OneWord post. I will also write a haiku especially for you! I've got my sixty second timer set to go. Someone give me the word!
Iris pulled a yellowed sheet of paper from between the center pages of a battered, leather bound volume of Grimm's Fairy Tales. The address it bore was burned as vividly on her mind as it was inked on the page in her hand. She stared at it nonetheless, trying to determine how best to proceed.
I sighed with satisfaction as I wrapped my tongue around a delicious bite of rainbow trout. The crunch of the kartoffelpuffer that cradled it and the warm creamy comfort of the cheese sauce perfectly comlplemented the tasty fish.
Since www.oneword.com is still on the fritz, I am having another contest to pick a word for me to write about. So, once more, the first person to post a word in the comments wins. The prize is that I will use your word for my OneWord post. I will also write a haiku especially for you! I've got my sixty second timer set to go. Someone give me the word!
Feast One Hundred 

Thinking to add an old wrinkle to a new festivity, I suggested constructing a maypole in the center of the First Annual Gathering of People Who Just Don't Give a Darn How Weird the Rest of the World Thinks We Are. My suggestion was greeted with huzzas, cheers and not a few sounds that there are no words for. Motion carried!
Since www.oneword.com has again failed to update, I am having another contest to pick a word for me to write about. So, here we go again! The first person to post a word in the comments wins. The prize is that I will use your word for my OneWord post. I will also write a haiku especially for you! I've got my sixty second timer set to go. Someone give me the word!


Tally has to be groomed from time to time, mainly because his feet get so fuzzy he can't make it across the kitchen floor without looking like Bambi on a frozen lake! Besides, he loves the attention from his groomer! He looks so handsome in his new neckerchief!
Since www.oneword.com is still out of order, I am having another contest to pick a word for me to write about. So, once more, the first person to post a word in the comments wins. The prize is that I will use your word for my OneWord post. I will also write a haiku especially for you! I've got my sixty second timer set to go. Someone give me the word!
Words trip, delighted
from her pen, so pleased that they
could come out to play!
"Just how much does this weigh?" asked my mom heaving the deep-dish lasagna pan into the oven. "Hmmm, not sure, " I replied nibbling on a scrap of parmesan. We decided to find out. I took the lasagna out of the oven and carried it to the bathroom. Holding the lasagna, I weighed almost 15 pounds more than I did without it! When I make lasagna, I don't fool around!* * * * * * *
I can always count on you, Sam to put a smile on my face! This is the sort of thing I could imagine happening if I ever went out drinking with you!
Iris finally set foot on English soil again, still apprehensive after the scare of meeting Jeffrey Graham and relieved that he was not, indeed, after her. No one could have found the corpse of her mentor, even though she had left him lying on the library carpet. Any visitors to the chateau were extremely unlikely.