As If We Never Said Goodbye {Trifecta}


My people.

My tribe.

Friends by any other name: playmates, colleagues, protagonists and sages:

(please use the 3rd definition!)

I wish to say:

Thanks for teaching me how to ride a tricycle. 


The very last prompt for our beloved Trifecta. 
33 words from my heart to yours. 

My heart will always be fuller and my vocabulary richer because of the friendships that Trifecta brought into my life.

Because I love quotes and I love each of you, this seems like the perfect gift to give all of you.

If the only prayer you ever say is ‘THANK YOU’ that will be enough

Lisa and Joules: you are incredible, inspiring women.

Thank you for welcoming me back week after week, thank you for mentoring my journey, honestly thank you for just coming over to visit and read. It always meant so much to me to have you in my space.

THANK YOU Trifecta.

See all of you on our next adventure! 

Interstellar Love Affair {Trifextra}

The universe aligns to separate our passionate kisses.

So meet me halfway, our souls in space, where we can dupe the time continuum with intimate prose.

Satisfy my yearning with a sweet colloquy.


Trifecta? I miss you already.

 This Trifextra of 33 words brought to you by the word: satisfy.

How Authors Redecorate {Trifextra}

Take our offerings and repaper the world.

Using them to smooth the wrinkles, filling in the fissures of life

Until our voices

Shout (stats! proof!) –

Community is just a synonym for love.



I’m terrible at goodbyes. Once I let something or someone in I don’t often let go.

So when I read that Trifecta is closing shop at the end of the month my heart twisted and ached, but then I realized that it’s not time for all the words and feelings I have about the people and words that this community as brought into my life, the friends or even the immense inspiration.

Not yet.

Instead it’s time to write for Trifecta.

(if you’re reading this you know how much I love having you visit)

Wishin’ & Hopin’ {Trifextra}

If that genie in a lamp comes a’callin’
I’s gonna tell him to keep dem riches while refrainin’
from askin’ for “three more”.
The only wish I’s got is to be sayin’;
Baby, that wasn’t what I meant.


Trifextra this week

33 of our own words, then adding “that wasn’t what I meant” to end the story. 

Last Season’s Love? {Trifecta} {Chapter 11: The Love Story of Kimmy & David}


Nico stood with his toes hugging the edge of the cliff.

Taking in the glorious sunrise of Positano this “land of a thousand steps” was more beautiful than any place he’d ever seen.

Arms pinned at his side, he pushed off in a rush of air,  executing a perfect pencil dive. Nico plummeted nine feet, past jagged rocks and hidden stone crevices, hoping the babychain hadn’t lied.

Pure ecstasy, mixed with exhilaration and fear as he surfaced.

Swimming leisurely to shore, Nico wondered if Dani if had returned to the villa. She’d left before dawn, her exit a message of independence and indifference. He pretended not to care; their arrangement was one of lust not love, excitement not expectation.

He reached the rocky beach of the Amalfi Coast, where the oceanfront was quiet, catching site of the dome of Santa Maria Assunta shimmering high above him.

In their early days,  Dani had  talked of the church often , her descriptions making even a house of God seem sensual.

Vieni a casa con me” she’d whispered over dinners and walks in Central Park, “Come home with me Nico.” she’d purr, “Come. And I’ll show you the true Italy”

It had not taken much to persuade him. Soon, he was informing his firm of a leave of absence and his days became filled with the sweet touch of Daniela; her legs spread, his mind opened.

But these days he worried about a funk.

Just last night on the piazza they’d sipped Limocello, both eager to escape to the canopied bed at the Palazzo Murat, but the aftermath of  their  romp produced an uneasy silence instead of their usual (intimate)  slip into satisfied sleep.

 He’d long accepted they were never meant to last but Nico now feared their affair was una donna finita, no longer in fashion.



continuing my WIP:  “The Love Story of Kimmy & David

Trifecta’s word of the week is FUNK.

if you’ve missed any of this LOVE STORY, you can click HERE to catch up.

The Defense Rests {Trifecta}

I remember the smooth ridges of your keen mouth.

Kisses don’t lie, lips do.

Cloaked in betrayal I bear your cross examination.

Swear to tell the whole truth?

It‘s not me, it’s you.


This week we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about love gone wrong.

But we’re asking that you not use any of the following words:


This weekend’s challenge is community judged.

The Crush (Trifecta)

Thomas Leuthard / / CC BY


Trudy was supposed to be studying, as the stacked books evidenced. But the pretty words she poured down the page had nothing to do with physics.

These days she was fascinated with chemistry.




On to this week’s Trifextra challenge. This week we’re asking for 33 of your own words inspired by the following picture. If you use the picture on your blog, you MUST give proper attribution to the photographer by providing a link to the photo, not just to Trifecta. Failure to comply will eliminate you from the challenge.

Meeting Delaney {Write On Edge/Trifecta/Studio 30 Plus}

Delaney bumped into Joe at the corner of Spruce and 1st.

That might sound like a “meet-cute” from a romantic movie, unless you’ve met Joe or you happened to see Delaney in the aftermath of the shit storm he’d put her through all in the name of love. If you were witness to any of  it (like we were) the only word you’d come up with was ironic or agree it was the worst case of serendipity you can imagine.

As it was, Delaney was rummaging through her over-sized purse, sidestepping cracks in the sidewalk that threatened her skinny stilettos and talking to herself when she literally bumped into the chest of the man she’d never meant to fall in love with.

True to form, Joe hardly noticed her. Oh, he might have been just as surprised to be standing in front of their old apartment building staring back into her hazel eyes but the spark that lingered between them excited and then scared him so much he decided to do what he did best.

He talked about himself.

Delaney listened as he stroked his own ego, bringing attention to his successes, both the imagined ones and the real ones. She knew what he’d been up to, of course, but she feigned interest and surprise, nodding like a duck bobbing for fish.

A slight breeze lifted her gauzy skirt and rustled the tattered curtains that now hung in the window of apartment 743. She got lost in a memory of the water stain on their kitchen ceiling that resembled the inside bark of an oak tree and the quaint tchotckes she’d filled the built-in bookshelves with trying to make a home for herself and Joe.

She forced herself to forget the white iron rail bed where he’d touched her inside and out, loathing the quickening pulse it incited.

That’s what happens when you fall in love with a myth; you become part of a lie that becomes a legend.

When there was nothing more to comment on, Delaney forced a smile and began to move away, crafting a place she needed to be.

As they made their way in opposite directions along Spruce Delaney turned to take in his purposeful stride.

She chuckled.

He’d gotten chubby.


Write on Edge

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

Sometimes legends make reality, and become more useful than the facts.”

~ Salman Rushdie



Word of the Week:



Studio 30 Plus:

Reservations: Trifecta

The first time I saw him; I took a breath and shared a smile.

Fate had brought us there and I was sure of my heart’s lot.


For while his kiss was warm, his heart ran cold.


We are asking for a 33-word response to the following snippet:

The first time I saw. . .

Here’s the catch: all of your 33 words must be one syllable each. We’re going low-brow on your this week. Or not. Can you class it up under these restrictions? Give us your best.

To clarify, we are giving you 5 words. We want another 33 from you, for a grand total of 38.

Daily Declaration (Trifextra)




It’s been a very long December. Maybe you’ve been wondering where I was.

If you haven’t heard yet, my baby brother Ben passed away suddenly on Dec 10th (he had been on life support after a massive heart attack on Dec 6th but we were waiting to donate his organs).

I haven’t been writing or thinking lately.

Just breathing.

In and out.

We celebrated Christmas this year in a bittersweet way, taking time to reflect and reminisce, hurt and begin our individual healing.

One of my gifts was a bracelet from my niece that took my breath away with it’s symbolism and message.

“Love this life.”

So simple.

Be present.

Be yourself.

Love this incredible life you’ve been given.


That’s my resolution this year, to be grateful, each and every day, for the life I am living.


(I am ever so grateful for all the love, care and support I’ve being given from every corner of the world. I am overwhelmed and comforted by all of it. I am loved and by extension the memory of my brother is one of love. THANK YOU so much for that)



Michael Hess inspired us with his three word New Year’s resolution – just be nice.  We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words.  Make it count; we’ll be checking back in come 2015. – See more at:

Michael Hess inspired us with his three word New Year’s resolution – just be nice.  We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words.  Make it count;  we’ll be checking in come 2015. –

Michael Hess inspired us with his three word New Year’s resolution – just be nice.  We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words.  Make it count; we’ll be checking back in come 2015. – See more at:


We’re asking for your own resolutions in just three words.  Make it count; we’ll be checking back in come 2015. – See more at:


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