Buyers, Beware? (#NaBloPoMo)

Buyers, Beware?

The year is 2214, and your computer’s dusty hard drive has just resurfaced at an antique store. Write a note to the curious buyer explaining what he or she will find there.

Dear future antique computer buyer. If you’re reading this then I’m long gone and all that is left of me is the million+ pictures on this hard drive, and also a back up copy of my blog. You’ll want to read that if you want to know what it was like to be a woman living in the 21st century. While the internets was full of lolcats, my computer is full of a random assortment of all the things that were important to me. Photos documenting my life from the time that I bought my first digital camera and met / dated/ married my husband are on here. There are also a bunch of pictures of about a dozen pee sticks that pretty much started off my babymaking years. Sorry about that. I dried them off before I photographed them, I promise.

You’ll find a crap-ton of pictures of my children, from their first ultrasound photos, up through their childhoods as they grew, got married (or not) and were blessed with children of their own. I’m proud to say that I probably have more pictures of my grandkids on here than of my own kids, but that’s only because the new Mind’sEye(TM) technology let me take pictures and video of literally everything I saw by the time I was in my senior years. As a matter of fact, you’ll also find the beginnings of my extensive portfolio of work documenting the daily lives of ordinary people and how they lived. I became pretty good at it over the years. You could probably Google the entire collection if you wanted (is Googling still a thing?) or you could visit the permanent exhibit they have of my work at the AGO (is the AGO still a thing?)

Look deep enough in the files and you will probably find 20 different versions of my resume that tracks my work experience before I became an artist. I used to work with words more than pictures back in the day, but all those words led me to where I ended up so I guess that English Lit degree wasn’t a waste after all.

I also have my library of music on this hard drive. You’ll notice that most of it is music from the 1980’s, I won’t apologize for that.

And you’ll find my extensive collection of audiobooks and e-books on this hard drive. I was a voracious reader, I loved losing myself in other people’s stories.

Anyways, dear old computer lover, thank you for reading this intro. I hope you enjoy what you find here, I certainly had a good life collecting all of it.

And if it’s not too much trouble, please send a copy of this hard drive to my descendants. I would love for them to have it.

Yours truly,


Writing 101 – A Room with a View (or Just a View)

If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

Today, choose a place to which you’d like to be transported if you could — and tell us the backstory. How does this specific location affect you? Is it somewhere you’ve been, luring you with the power of nostalgia, or a place you’re aching to explore for the first time? 

The buildings are a gleaming white. Built on the bones of the old city, they rise into the sky like shimmering swords with transparent windows that reflect the summer sun during the day, and expose the citizens within at night. At ground level you can see the brick walls in the old style. Strictly facades now, the interior of the buildings gutted long ago to accommodate the modern smart buildings. Entire city blocks that contain within them, space for work and play. Each building containing assigned living quarters, shops, education ports, and industries, each building with a focus on one aspect of modern life. The Food Building where the grow labs manufacture food for the entire city, the Automotive Building where personal and shipping transports are made. The Garment Building, the Print building, and on and on. The Life Building where central population control resides. All employees live in assigned units within their assigned buildings based on aptitudes designated in childhood.

People are free to travel between buildings and they do, availing themselves of the different services contained within. The streets wind through the tall spires like rivers of light, embedded with auto sensors that move personal transports to their destinations, efficiently moving people from one place to another. Pedestrian traffic moves smoothly, separated from traffic in their own grass lined lanes. Pedestrian lanes are connected by parkettes that are home to benches, playgrounds and public works of art, as well as the communication towers that everyone relies so much on. Communication towers with their vid screens that show the daily news and schedule for each working group. The towers also house port hubs where individuals can connect to their personal com lines on the go.

Don’t cry over spilt sippy cups (Show Don’t Tell – Writing Excercise)


“The toddler spilled his milk onto the carpet”.


“His arms flailing wildly to the music, the little boy sat at the table while his mom served him lunch. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him “Be careful!”, but before she could get the words out of her mouth, his tiny, chubby, but surprisingly accurate little arm crashed into the sippy cup, toppling it end over end onto the freshly shampooed rug.”