Find the right tool
To deal with this fool
This meeting is running too long
Boomerang comes back
To cause me more flack
I just wish to stop new hire’s song Continue reading
The Saga of Dreamy McBean
Another year of Just Jot It January. Thank you Linda & crew for inspiration!
January 1, One-Liner Wednesday: “Let’s start the new year off right. Who wants a coffee?”
The Saga of Dreamy McBean
Had me a coffee
His name was McBean
Tall, dark and handsome
With a splash of some cream.
No work done this morning
Stayed up all the night
When I finish my second
I’ll be feelin’ alright.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)
Solstice: Fortune’s Path
Happiest Winter Solstice. The days get longer from here on in! 
Delighted and honored to be published (as alter-ego Tessa Kjeldsdottir) in Eternal Haunted Summer’s Winter Solstice e-zine (https://eternalhauntedsummer.com/)! Click on the link for full access to this issue’s poetry, short stories, and essays, and more.
Click (https://eternalhauntedsummer.com/issues/winter-solstice-2024/fortunes-path/ ) to go directly to my short story “Fortune’s Path”, a Hansel & Gretel re-visioning, with a surprise ending.
Many thanks to Karen, Kate and Alice for beta-reading and encouragement!
New Life, New Love
© Ayr/Gray
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 12/13/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
What to have? Continue reading
Winter Pulla Bread
The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: EVEN. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
You start with a precise recipe: this many deciliters of starter, so many grams of flour (careful not to overpack, and smooth the top evenly with a blunt butter knife), a measure of vegetable oil, a half teaspoon of yeast dissolved in ¼ cup (plus two extra teaspoons) of warm water, and half that amount of salt, ¼ cup of honey, a single brown-shelled egg (room temperature and beaten), one quarter-cup of golden raisins (soaked for an hour and drained, to be added last) and a generous rounded teaspoon of cardamom.
Except that you halve the recipe because your mother has passed and she can no longer help you enjoy the bounty. Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 