by Bonnie Jae Dane | Nov 5, 2019 | Tiny Stories
Every day I mosey my lazy butt down to that Zen guy’s gussied up garden and rest my nerves. They’re shot from listening to my human person talk endlessly about Mr. Darcy coming to dinner. I don’t know whether I’m in a sitcom or a romance novel. My life doesn’t feel...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Oct 21, 2019 | Tiny Stories
Childhood caused a disruption to my soul. It leaned heavy on my tender heart and left me breathless from sucking in the fumes of other people’s anger. Agitation can ease its way into a small being, who has no defense against hot and nasty words that fly through the...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Oct 5, 2019 | Tiny Stories
Today’s one of those slow-moving days that bother me with the heaviness of my own pondering on all the sad lives spent in cages because families thought they were running for freedom. It is a day my dog wonders why I’m hanging around his neck searching for comfort and...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Sep 5, 2019 | Tiny Stories
Sometimes, I go about life in a querulous syncopation of jumbled thoughts and brilliant ideas that only I understand. I can tell what I mean by studying people’s expressions. If they laugh, I’ve blundered into one of my absurd notions God has put us here to perfect...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Aug 5, 2019 | Tiny Stories
Life tugs at me with many questions. Last month my mind took flight and pondered the notion time moves in slow motion when young but when slipping beyond sixty, the years fly by without allowing a person to enjoy an idle day. Options dwindle and the body becomes heavy...
by Bonnie Jae Dane | Jul 3, 2019 | Tiny Stories
Often times my friends dismiss me as being dramatic when I relate an anecdote about some recent encounter that left me convinced human behavior may have taken a turn for the worst. Just the other day in the produce department at Whole Foods a man walked up to me while...
