I grew up in a fundamentalist religious group in Canada until I turned ten and our family moved to Los Angeles. Our world in Canada was all white with a “Truman Show” atmosphere. I experienced a traumatic culture shock after we moved. I didn’t stand out as being different in our sheltered prairie town but … Continue reading Catastrophic Suffering
Author: anniefreewriter
I have three grown children and two grandchildren.
I'm a writer of blogs, short stories, memoirs and now fiction.
I recently married a man named Dav, who is also a writer. I had adamantly declared for 23 years that I would never marry again. Life is unpredictable.
I love the details of life that make up who I am.
I am a follower of Jesus as God the Son who desires to have a relationship with anyone willing.
Grace is freely given.
My story is about grace.
What Do I Miss (pre-pandemic) An Allegory
Sand tickles bare feet; Sand shifts; I tip sideways; arms fling wide. Waves crash; waves suck in sand; I brace my body, I brace its watermelon-shaped abdomen. Waves pull me under; I gurgle---spit saltiness. Waves tumble me-over-and-over; I gasp! Help Pandemic. What's new? Masks, social-distancing, senior store hours, gloves, wash hands, repeat. Online classes, online … Continue reading What Do I Miss (pre-pandemic) An Allegory
Remember Daddy When…
Remember daddy, when you made a radio from scratch. A small light yellow box with an open back containing a fascinating array of tubes, wires, and the string with a safety pin dangling down by a thumbtack so we could tap it back to life with a sizzle. I remember the smell of warm tubes … Continue reading Remember Daddy When…
I Am From
I am from a sister sandwich, I’m from the middle, the peanut in peanut butter. From a Navy ship gangway, a mother with two arms and three children and a leash that held me in range. I am from two sisters in silk-lined coffins. I will see you in heaven, Heidi and Debbi. I am … Continue reading I Am From
My Grand Adventure
My fingers gripped the cold metal railing as I peered down at the yawning hole in the most amazing sight I had ever laid eyes on. My stomach tightened and I sucked in my breath. My father stood next to me, his thick wavy black hair rippling, his hands pushed into his pockets. My older … Continue reading My Grand Adventure
Two Cells in One
The Fleshly Cell The cell was as sound-proof as my life had been. I wanted to scream. Maybe someone would hear. But all that came out was the scream of my nightmares. The scream that pulled all of my broiling emotions so tight against my chest that I felt my ribs would crack, but no … Continue reading Two Cells in One
I’m Going Home At Five
I was tagged with a plastic wristband, then wheeled upstairs to a room. After my children left, I was bored and asked if I could walk around with my dangling bag of saline on a pole. They let me walk the halls, but wouldn’t allow me into the waiting room. That night as I listened … Continue reading I’m Going Home At Five
Who Will Take Care of Joey
Who Will Take Care of Joey A few days before the date Dav and I had made to go out for pie, I woke up feeling a little off, so I ate oatmeal and blueberries for breakfast thinking it was just hunger pangs. Then I drove up the hill to Costco for gas, but … Continue reading Who Will Take Care of Joey
Gentlemen May I Serve YOU?
I thrust out my hand to grasp a yellow-stained one I looked deep into eyes filled with blood-red haze Gentlemen, I said, “may I offer you a glass of cold water?” Toothless grins crack wide open face “Why yes mam, yes!" Please sir will you set the table, set it nice, and set it pretty … Continue reading Gentlemen May I Serve YOU?
Pull Off The Street
I glanced in my side-view mirror as a line of police cars and motorcycles tore by me, filling in the left turn lanes as they wove across the wide lanes of Imperial Highway, and a loudspeaker command “Pull off the street, pull off the street now”, filled the cab of my camper truck. My … Continue reading Pull Off The Street
