I pushed through the double doors and was immediately hit by a blast of cold air from the air conditioner and a secondary blast from my business partner. “What the hell!” I hooked the boat keys on the holder, retrieved an ice-cold peach… Continue Reading “Blue Hairs & Blue Hats”
My sister is a few years older a fact I never fail to drive home when her birthday hits—like those two years really matter. It’s not as if I’m not right behind her riding that same banana peel. Anyway, we had a contentious relationship… Continue Reading “The Bay City Rollers Made Me Do It…”
Like any teenage girl, I loved my music. I could spend hours in my room with the stereo cranked to a decibel level high enough to shatter the drinking-glass Gramps kept his teeth in—and when I say he kept his teeth in there, I… Continue Reading “Bruce Springsteen Almost Killed My Dad~”
I watched as the raven storm circled the garret. My people could go centuries without witnessing such an event, and now within the span of one month, I have witnessed two. I know what they want from me, but I am not ready. Is… Continue Reading “Raven Storm~”
Born to Write
A picture tells a thousand stories!
"We make bitter better."
Irish History, Culture, Heritage, Language, Mythology
spare the crazy vocabulary, speak from your heart
Poetry, Prose, Photography
by Lize Bard
Natalie. Writer. Photographer. Etc.
Exploring land recently released by ice (geologically speaking)
A wee anthology of dark yarns.