Desolation of Thoughts

Desolation of Thoughts

The park that my daughter and I like to play at is full of little hidden places. Old play areas and paths that have since been left to slowly descend into that slightly creepy and yet completely beautiful glimpse of history.
There are times that I feel my brain is one of those abandoned areas. A plain old metal frame that is being covered and bent by the vines of disuse as I go about the rest of my life. Yet sometimes, usually when I’m right in the middle of something completely mundane, a beautiful bloom or brightly colored animal peeks at me and reminds me of the real purpose behind that ancient frame.
Now if I would only remember to carry a tape recorder in the car again!

Writing: A short short

“I got nothin’,” the writer sighed, setting her bright pen down carefully on the stark white page, “I can’t even get a first sentence out tonight.”

“You know,” a voice filtered through the fog, “It’s been said that writer’s block happens when your imaginary friends refuse to talk to you.”

“Oh they’re talking to me,” she replied absentmindedly, not thinking to wonder where the voice had come from, “But unless you want me to write my Short Story Sunday piece on whose hair looks better today, they’re pretty useless right now.”

“Maybe that should be your story,” the whisper hissed helpfully, slowly fading as though the unseen person were backing away from her stone bench. “The non-story of how you don’t have any prompts…”

“Maybe…thank you,” she turned to smile at her advisor, but there was no one to be seen. Just the empty lake front and her, sitting alone in the chilly air. “Huh, a non-story,” she picked her pen up again, not giving much thought to her mysterious aid, she had learned long ago to not to. “Naw, that would never work!”  



        (Photos taken by me, Elizabeth S. Tyree, during the fall of 2012 at the Chickasaw National Recreation Area in Sulphur, Ok.)

Picture Book Review- Carl’s Day at the Park

There are many wonderful picture books on the market, from classics such as Maurice Sendak’s beloved “Where the Wild Things Are,” to this year’s popular, “Mr. Tiger Goes Wild” by Peter Brown, which was chosen for a place on Publisher Weekly’s list of the best picture books from 2013.

Each of us, hopefully, has a memory of a favorite picture book, something important from our childhoods, or our children’s childhoods, that has left a mark on our spirits. For me, one such book is “Carl’s Afternoon in the Park,” written and illustrated by Alexandra Day. The book focuses on a Rottweiler, named Carl, who is caring for a toddler and a puppy in Central Park.

Now, it may be that I am a tad bit biased about this beautifully rendered picture book. After all, Carl is almost identical to my sweet old Rottweiler, Bear, who is my toddler’s self-appointed protector/watcher/big brother. Or I may be biased because I love a good story, however it is told, and the pictures show a day in the life without many words to muck it up. Either way, the few sentences in this book explain to us how Carl comes to be charged with the two playful little ones, while the soft watercolors bring to life the day, as well as our imaginations. The book can grow with your family from your child’s infancy, when the pictures will be pretty colors and interesting distractions, on through toddlerhood and beyond, allowing pictures to gain names, short descriptions, and eventually evolve into a full blown story as your child learns and their imaginations take flight.

If you are looking for a delightful book to grab imaginations and incite conversation with your child, I recommend Alexandra Day’s “Carl’s Afternoon in the Park.”

May your imaginations soar, and may you have a Blessed Day!