Heathers Ascending - Part 4

*Occasionally, I find illustrations or photos that catch my eye enough to write a story around them. I saw these on Tumblr. I don’t know the artist, but these images appeared in a 1930s McCall’s Fashion book. They inspired me to chart three ladies’ very bizarre day

Archduchess Fanty was terribly upset not to have brought the yellow suit to hike across the plateau but thought herself quite clever to repurpose the white gloves from earlier in the day with the green suit.

"Ha, how do you like that, I’m a  proper hippie, what with my recycling and what not." she thought to herself.

Heathers Ascending - Part 3

*Occasionally, I find illustrations or photos that catch my eye enough to write a story around them. I saw these on Tumblr. I don’t know the artist, but these images appeared in a 1930s McCall’s Fashion book. They inspired me to chart three ladies’ very bizarre day

The cab ride went well enough, until The Superior Nunny and Archduchess Fanty got into yet another argument about on which side you should butter toast and they ended up at one of our countries fine National Parks. This, of course led to yet another argument about at which park they were, but that argument had been had so many times they could quote it by rote. They sat in silence, mustering all the patience they could, waiting for Lady Jane to say her part of the argument.

Heathers Ascending - Part 2

*Occasionally, I find illustrations or photos that catch my eye enough to write a story around them. I saw these on Tumblr. I don’t know the artist, but these images appeared in a 1930s McCall’s Fashion book. They inspired me to chart three ladies’ very bizarre day

After garnering more than a few glares for lobbing the globs of clay the twits called "Impressions Realized" figurines, the Heathers decided to quit the "Morning Gathering" in the Creative Arena. In actuality, Archduchess Fanty tripped on a performance artist lying on the floor representing the Ottoman Empire (the Heathers could not figure out if he was actually being ironic or just an idiot.) When she tripped, she stumbled out the door and heard the word "Flagle." Returning to the other two Heathers, Archduchess Fanty informed them of these recent developments:

Heathers Ascending - Part 1

*Occasionally, I find illustrations or photos that catch my eye enough to write a story around them. I saw these on Tumblr. I don’t know the artist, but these images appeared in a 1930s McCall’s Fashion book. They inspired me to chart three ladies’ very bizarre day

One fine Lizzie Ascension Day, the Heathers gussied themselves up as they usually do for Ascension Day and headed out in search of the proper way to celebrate. Not paying attention to just about anything, they absentmindedly wandered in to a weird warehouse-type loft-space that people liked to call "Fluid Creative Arenas." Small statues and objets d'arts littered the pretentious space as people who were old enough to know better spoke in made up accents about subjects they were only slighted educated in.

My Neighborhood

I felt safe in my neighborhood.  Of course I did  – it’s why we moved there.  We had children who wanted to ride bikes on the sidewalks, we had a dog to walk at night and I had my run that freed my mind every morning. That run was my lifeline.  I thought I would fall apart without it.  I thought that running was saving my life.

I came to know the others on my route.  A short wave to one, a nod to another, a smile for the grandmother with her pink visor.  I didn’t know their names, or where they lived, but they represented a safety net – I counted on them.