A Sweet Bedtime Story

ByCharlene L. Amsden 2020/10/292020/10/29

When she started chemo, He bought two new 800 thread count Egyptian cotton bed sheet sets. They fit very snugly on their mattress. She no longer has the strength required to get the fitted sheet onto or off of the bed without assistance.

He also bought her fancy chocolates.

Tonight after dinner, She decided to enjoy the sheets, the chocolates, and her newest novel all at the same time.

Hawaiian weather often makes eating chocolate an adventure. Especially lovely chocolate bonbons with exploding liquid centers.

While changing the sheets, He strongly suggested she not eat bonbons in bed again. Alas.

He Said/She Said | memoir

He & She: Calamity Jake

ByCharlene L. Amsden 2020/10/102020/10/10

She: “A beautiful morning!” He: “Indeed. Bright light in sky appears in East. Around here, this time of year, that’s news.” She: “This calls for a hearty celebration. Would you care for waffles, or eggs and bacon, or an omelette, or …” He: “Hm. Choices, choices. Let me finish getting dressed first. One cribro at a time.” She: “Cry what?” He: “On…

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My Personal Testimony

ByCharlene L. Amsden 2023/04/01

I was driving to work one morning minding my own worrisome business when I suddenly found myself stalled by road construction. I could not move. There were cars in front of me, cars behind me and cars to the right of me. To my left was a cement meridian, two empty lanes for west bound…

He Said/She Said | memoir

The Island of Doctor Quilldancer

ByCharlene L. Amsden 2020/09/272020/09/27

She: “Hey! I thought you were the mad scientist around here!” He: “Ah, no. Place where I work frowns on the bwa-ha-ha stuff. Bad for fundraising.” She: “So I’ve got to do it?!?” He: “The fundraising? No, we’ve got experts to … oi! Put .. the .. lab .. coat .. down! Do I wish to know where this is coming from?” She: “The island!” He: “The one we live on?” She: “Not this island! That island! The one…

poetry

For My Trumpet Man

ByCharlene L. Amsden 2020/08/222020/08/23

Trumpet manblows his horn so sweetlythat the sea rolls in to listenand even the moon yearns to touch him. Charlene L. Amsden

He Said/She Said | memoir

He Is Helpful

ByCharlene L. Amsden 2020/08/232020/08/23

She finished her novel and said to He: “I just typed my tentative title into Amazon. Three-thousand other novels have the title, A Place to Belong.” He said: “That’s easily fixable.” She said: “Yeah, change the title.” He said: “A Place to Be Short.”

He Said/She Said | memoir

It Is Well With My Bowl

ByCharlene L. Amsden 2020/09/062020/09/15

She: “Please pass the salad dressing?” He: “OK … Dang!” She: “What dang?” He: “Something else we can’t use because we have town water.” She: “I like town water. Or do you really wish to go back to flushing the toilet with a bucket?” He: “Not I. But it means we can’t use the salad dressing. Read.” She: “‘Shake well.’” He: “Exactly! We don’t have a well. And if you think I’m going…

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