Somebody Is Going To Hell

Today is a special day-

November 21 is False Confession Day.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso


When I was a kid I would go to Confession and lie through my pearly white teeth and I have no idea why I did it.

I guess I wanted to see what would happen-like would God show up and chase me around the Church and hurl  lightning bolts at me? Would the Devil be waiting outside and would he be laughing or looking at me like he just caught me egging his castle?

Then  it occurred to me I wouldn’t find out until after I died so the magic was gone and I didn’t do any repeat performances.

All of these years later I wonder if the Priest was amused.

I hope so.

I was probably risking a trip to Hell for that stunt and  would like to think it was worth it.

" The TIred Priest " Konstantin Savitskiy

The Tired Priest
Konstantin Savitskiy


Well everybody- Happy False Confession Day- now lets go eat some cupcakes!



Inspired By 365 Creative Writing Prompts: #136 Bizarre Holidays

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First Snow and Words

Vilhelm Hammershoi

Vilhelm Hammershoi

Thanksgiving is coming up in a few days- and I guess I should reflect on what I am thankful for:

I am thankful for Winter and Autumn and for being able to feel the cold and see the stars and for being there when the first snow of the season falls in my yard.

I am thankful for the day I almost didn’t go to find a dog and decided to at the last minute and I found out when I signed his adoption papers that he was going to be put down that night. He saved me that year. It’s funny how that worked out.

As narrow as it might read, the truth is I am most Thankful for that switch that got thrown in my brain and gave me the ability to write.

I might not be the best, I might only ever be read  on this blog, I might actually really suck at writing.

But this is what I do and who I am and I am thankful that if I could only do one thing well, this is that one thing.


Creative Portal: Thanksgiving Writing Prompt #1

I Wanted To Fly


I regret

all of the times I wanted to laugh

and I didn’t

I regret

all of the times I wanted to sing

and I didn’t

I regret all of the times I wanted to fly

and I walked

I regret all of the times I fell

and never congratulated myself

for getting back up again.

Inspired By Imagination Prompt : I Regret

Broken Traditions





Is there a right way to celebrate Christmas?

Is it all about Jesus? Or is it all about Shopping, or is what the Pagans say it is all about or the Wiccans or Christians ?

Does it fit in a box, does it belong to anyone, is there a right way to do it? Why does everyone want to own or set the rules down for a holiday that everyone starts to bitch about before Thanksgiving even starts? From the sounds of it, people sound like they’d rather not have the Holidays show up at all.


During the winter I do a lot of writing and reading- I write stories and I want to hear them. I like to listen to Christmas Music and try new foods and engage in writing challenges ( it seems to come back to writing for me )

For the most part I enjoy my non-traditional ways to get into the Holiday Spirit.


But then the shaming starts- someone somewhere gets on a soap box and waves their bony little finger under our collective noses and reminds you when to shop, not to enjoy yourself too much because it’s all about Baby Jesus/The Goddess/Why do you do this at all there’s no such things as ” God “.  According to these experts in the field,  unless you do it right you have to- I don’t know, give it back or give it up or stand there in front of your Christmas Tree and say, ” I am so ashamed.”


So I celebrate Christmas quietly for fear of waking up the sleeping baby and set it to wailing.

That is my way of Celebrating the Christmas Season- I write and feast and enjoy my family and art and music.

It’s non-traditional and it came about through compromise.


But it’s my tradition now and I guess I’ll stick to it.


Made In Australia 

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Inspired By The Prompt:

“Breaking Traditions”