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November 21, 2021 Story Slingers Myrna Flynn The Road is Full of Potholes My mind is having a problem with this. Should I write of literal roads or of life ones? Therein lies the question! Maybe I should make a list of roads where I have been the driver or been a passenger. Maybe I should list some of the life ones I have fallen in. Or maybe I should just throw up my arms in surrender and listen to all the rest of you and your encounters with potholes. Here goes mostly nothing:  One road with many potholes was on the way to Ensure Ranch Towel Falls. We were going there to hike to the falls. some of those potholes were big enough to qualify as miniature sink holes. Another place that supplies roads (streets) with many potholes is Spokane, Washington. But the city is working on resurfacing them.  Now to my life potholes, some unexpected and some caused by my decisions (which I will not numerate). Most of the unexpected involved trips to the ER with children, cuts needing stitche...

  By: Colleen Holmquist I woke up this morning and Cary said, “it’s snowing?” I peered through the slats of the blinds and seeing the glimmering, white capped blades of grass, replied, “Not snowing but it’s frosty. I walked to the window in the family room and and looked out at the car.  Snow on the car—but not falling from the sky.  So I told Cary that it wasn’t snowing but there was some on the car. I looked out a window again and then it just disappeared. Story Slingers Prompt 11/3/2021 And Then It Just Disappeared  Daren Flynn VANISHED TIMES TWO Twenty years behind the wheel of nearly every make of semi truck manufactured has provided me with a lot of memories, some good and some not so good, and some that cannot be explained. I have about a good many of them, mostly in poems, but others I have not shared in print, and still others I have not even shared verbally. I have told of many good times, places and events I experienced during those twenty y...

The Wind Blows on the Prairie  By: Carrie Keiser I’ve lived in the middle of nowhere at the edge of the badlands and the prairie for 20 years and if there is something I’ve learned in those many years, it’s that: THE WIND BLOWS ON THE PRAIRIE! I have often wondered what made the pioneering people moving west stop and settle on the prairie. There is little to no protection from the elements on these wide open spaces. Having spent the first 17 years of life in the mountain valley of Western MT and then moving to the semi-arid area of central WA I got a big shock. While I was use to cold and snow, I had yet to experience the level of change that section of WA goes trough in a year. From mega warm in the summers to cold and often mass amounts of snow, but not the level of cold I had experience in Montana. After graduating and getting married, I took a trip to the desert to live in  Phoenix, where I experienced real heat and then the crazy phenomena of monsoon season. Then on t...