Author Archives: THEMrsSearcy

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose / By any other name would smell as sweet.” Sigh, Many years ago, I realized that the name of the post, must grab the attention. Then the first paragraph must hold the attention. It is then in the hands of the reader to kill orContinue reading “Rose by any other name…..”

I am going to vote, because it’s my right and privilege. I just don’t know who to vote for, since I do not favor either of the “presumptive” candidates. It was much easier in school, you know, the most popular person got the votes and nothing in my day to day school life changed. IContinue reading “Rock/Hard Place”

whine, moan, complain…… more whining and moaning and complaining….. Just heard that Mr. Patterson and his team of writers are launching a “New” way to sell books…… Packaged shorts…. cost is less than $5. snort

Antoinette “Toni-May” Marie LaVasseur didn’t much like winter. It was, putting it mildly, her idea of the worse time of the year. She wasn’t like her sister, Rachael, who seemed to be able to make the best of everything. She, liked her sister Rachael, which is why, she reasoned with herself, she had gotten outContinue reading “Rachael’s Song chapter 2”

She had decorated her small piece of the world as precisely as she could to a picture she’d seen in a Good House Keeping Magazine a few years ago. It was, to her twenty year old mind, her truest statement of home. She’d used straw mats over the carpet to simulate hard wood flooring, butContinue reading “Rachael’s Song”

The bus stopped two blocks from Rachael’s apartment building. The wind that whipped around her head and punched her in the face reminded her that getting off here had been a stupid idea. There was a perfectly good bus stop in front of her building. That bus stop was covered and heated, a rare commodity,Continue reading “Rachael’s song”

Rachael pulled the collar of her coat up closer to her ears. The wind howled about her as she stood waiting for the city bus. She hated this part. It caused her to miss Steve and what little they’d had together. The six month relationship had taken a lot out of her and had causedContinue reading “Rachael’s Song(working title)”

It’s increasingly difficult to rid myself of anger. It seems to dwell just to the left of me and has a tendency to interject when not spoken to or acknowledged. I cannot seem to shake it. I am as I type this angry. I am angry at so very many things, people, circumstance, and yes,Continue reading “Sigh…”