…The Rest Is His Story

dailyprompt

Posts inspired by WordPress’s daily prompt—a fresh take written in Eleanor Grace’s voice, with grit, grace, and a wink.

  • “A World of My Own Making”—

    I am especially well-suited to living in a world of my own. In this world I’ve formed, there lives my imagination. It is not a touristy place, nor is it governed by schedule or social custom,but rather a carefully tended… Continue reading

  • Cold Weather: With All Due Warmth, Please Know Your Place

    There exists a proper time for cold—it’s welcome in December, perhaps extending into January if I’m feeling generous. Like a short stay, a polite hello, a brisk wind may be forgiven. But beyond that? I dare say, you’re loitering. I… Continue reading

  • My Smile Is Quite the Accessory

    So, I’d have to say…the oldest thing I’m wearing today is my smile—wide, wouldn’t you say? She shows up first, knowing her place.Before my feet find the floor, before the mirror judges, before I pick who I’ll be today.She’s the… Continue reading

  • Serenity & Co.

    “Not all brands come with labels. Serenity & Co. is always in season.” My favorite brand isn’t restricted by climate or time of day. When you slip it on, it’s instantly your favorite — because it’s woven with perfection. It’s… Continue reading

  • “Let Me Be Your Cautionary Tale -with Grace and Side-Eye”

    “Some people hear God’s voice. I apparently needed motion sickness first.” What gives you direction in life? It’s a question so big, it doesn’t knock on your door— it just sits across the street. Waves at you. Gives you the… Continue reading

  • “The Risk I Took Without a Helmet”

    I was in a deep thought, looking out the window.My husband asked,“Whatcha thinking?” I looked his way. Said nothing.Just quietly replied,“Working on today’s daily prompt…” “Describe a risk you took that you don’t regret.” And there I was—returning to my… Continue reading

  • “The Emoji That Whispers, and Roars”

    There I was, scrolling through WordPress, hoping for a prompt that would stir something deep— maybe a question like “Write a letter to your 12-year-old self… but from your 82-year-old self,” or “You Weren’t Supposed To.” Instead? “What’s your favorite… Continue reading

  • When Nada meets Nothing and Becomes Something.

    Nothing. Nada.  That’s the first thing that came to my mind. Not because I’m empty. Not because I’m lost. But because I’m full. Of feelings that don’t have shape. Of thoughts that haven’t finished arriving. Of memories that smell like… Continue reading

  • “Jesus, take the syllables. I can’t.”

    There I was. Sitting in the holy circle of folding chairs. Minding my own business. Things started out peaceful, as usual. We’ve got coffee, highlighters, people nodding with purpose, and a light sprinkle of “mmm-hmm” to let the leader know… Continue reading

  • The Road That Flirted First

    We were about thirty miles past nowhere. I was just minding my own business, sitting in the passenger seat like a proper wife— translation: eating snacks and offering unsolicited navigation advice— when I saw it. The Road. Not just a… Continue reading