Nurse

Posted on March 28, 2025 by Gloria

Daily writing prompt

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

As far back as I can remember, I wanted to be a nurse. I think it was a profession many little girls aspired to. We all had little nurse’s uniforms and medical bags.

When I was about ten or eleven, we went to Dublin to visit our cousins. My eldest cousin, Mary, was sitting at big table surrounded by books – big books in my little eyes. Mary was in the middle of her general nurse training.

My mother said to me, ‘That’s what you’ll have to do to become a nurse.’ That was the end of that dream for me!

Honestly, I don’t think I would have been cut out for it anyway. I’m too queasy when it comes to blood and pain.

And all the boys aspired to be cowboys and indians.

Happy Camper

Posted on March 17, 2025 by Gloria

Daily writing prompt

You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

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Some day I will have my own little camper. I don’t want anything too big and clunky because I want to use it for day trips to the beach or to the mountains. So my initial obsession with a full-on camper van has worn off.

Welcome to my new obsession. These little camping trailers look absolutely fabulous.

I have visions of myself heading off with one of these in tow. With Stephen and Lucy, or even by myself for a day at the beach with my writing paraphernalia and of course my writing buddy, Cotton.

Well… you gotta have a dream and a goal!

Moggy

Posted on March 11, 2025 by Gloria

Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

I think I was a cat in a previous life. I’m sometimes curious and inventive. Sometimes I’m an introvert – I want peace and quiet. Other times I’m an extrovert – I like being around people and noise.

I can be confident, but at times I’m more reserved.

I love having the house to myself, but after a while I wonder where everyone has got to and I want them home.

You can touch me and hug me, but only if you know me well… and please don’t overdo it.

I used to get along with everyone – like a kitten – but now that I’m older, I’m choosy about who to spend my precious time with. I see through people better and have a low tolerance of their bull. I won’t allow myself to be pressured into doing what I don’t want to do.

Just like a moggy, I do my own thing but I’m there for my loves when they need me.

Am I ever cranky? Hell, yeah! Aren’t we all?