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Saying Goodbye to a Friend (with the help of Classic TV)


I would be remiss if I didn’t take a minute today to say goodbye to a friend. An entity really. If you’ve been reading ODNT for a while, you might remember the Trifecta writing challenges I used to participate in pretty regularly. Long story short, Trifecta is an obsessed-with-all-things-in-threes website run by a handful of literary aficionados in the hopes of inspiring ambitious, fledgling writers.

And inspire it did.

I’ve never seen a writing link-up with a larger, more constant and fiercely loyal following. There, I was introduced to scores of great people including (yep, you guessed it) my friend and frequent writing partner, Mel at AccordingToMags.com. Additionally, Trifecta also prompted me to write several slices of flash fiction of which I’m especially proud. Among them …

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Oh, and if you’re looking for a new link-up…

Check out KetchupWithUs!

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Hosted by fellow Trifectan Mel and myself on the 1st and 15th of every month, KetchupWithUs is always flexible and always fun. Stop by when you can. One of our link-ups might just be live right now.

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So thanks for the inspiration and the great company, Trifecta. I wish you guys good luck in whatever your future endeavors may be. And now, while you ride off into the sunset, I’m going to play you out with one of the biggest closing themes of all time. In the (36, so close to your beloved 33) words of Carol Burnett …

I’m so glad we had this time together
Just to have a laugh, or sing a song
Seems we just get started and before you know it
Comes the time we have to say “So long”

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A Treasured Family Memory. In 33 Monosyllabic Words.


Our writing prompt for today is from Trifecta. In 33, one-syllable words, complete the story that begins with “The first time I saw …” After considering a few different ideas, I went with non-fiction.

The first time I saw …

… it, I threw it in the trash. I knew it would say no.

They all said no.

Hours passed. He looked at it.

“I don’t think it’s a no” was all he said.

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Friday, February 12, 1999. The Day My Infertility Died.

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What about YOU?

Can you finish the story in 33 one-syllable words? Here. I’ll start you off. The first time I saw …

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ODNT, Jr. Strikes Again … and this time she brought a friend


Two Tweenagers, One iPad and a Dream

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ODNT, Jr. and her BFF made it for me yesterday. They could have created it about absolutely anything … but they chose this subject.

It’s meaningful, it’s imaginative and it’s completely covered in Ketchup.

I can think of no better way to spread the word … or the ketchup …. about the offbeat writing link-up I co-host with Mel on the 1st and 15th of every month. Thanks to Viv and Alex for creating this great little video for us. And thanks to Trifecta for serving as a great mentor for fledgling link-ups like Ketchup With Us. Truly, we relish the fact that we mustered the courage to launch this saucy little experiment at all.

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Ketchup #21 is live right now.

The link-up closes late on Monday, July 8. Come play.

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Trifecta Writing Assignment: “This weekend, we  are asking for a thirty-three word free-write.

Any topic, any style — just give us your best thirty-three.”

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That Suburban Momma

Birds of Prey (TrifectaWriting)


Trifecta weekend writing assignment – “Choose one of the pictures below and give us a 33-word response to it.” Of the three they provided, I chose this one.

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(Photo courtesy of ZeroOne / Foter.com / CC BY-SA)

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Birds of Prey

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(scanning area) “Mercedez windshield? Boooorrrring. Bronze Memorial? Soooo predictable. Black Armani? Mmmmaybe.” (sigh) “Come on, Sheldon. You can do this. Think bigger.” (jumps to feet) “Wait. Is that ….?”(sound of airplane spiraling downward)

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Stolen Shoe Giveaway AND a Trifecta writing assignment


Anyone remember the mysterious shoes that showed up on my doorstep last monthAnd, more importantly, anyone remember when I learned they were purchased by my dumbass credit card thief and decided to give them away here at ODNT?

Well, ladies and gentlemen …. THE SHOES HAVE SPOKEN!!

So now, in a spectacular display of womanly multitasking, I will reveal the winner of the contest while also answering Trifecta’s current writing prompt: “This weekend we’re asking for 33 words about a new beginning.”

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Putting the Shoe on the Other Foot

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In an effort to cleanse the souls (or should that be soles?) of these ill-begotten shoes and give them new purpose, I have elected to award them to my daughter’s fifth grade teacher.

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Here she is now. Enjoying them in all of their newly-emerged-butterfly purity.

Screw you, thief.

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Flu … for @TrifectaWriting


The Trifecta writing assignment this weekend asks for “33 of your own words that exorcise a demon. One of your own, or one from your imagination.” My response is either perfect for this prompt or I’ve descended into hallucinatory, oatmeal-for-brains madness.

I can never be sure.

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Flu

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Her body stiffens. She is simultaneously hot and cold. The blanket antagonizes her skin. Breathing is labored. Involuntary attempts at expelling the impurity only heighten the pain.

And so she reaches for it.

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His Stand Against Brussels (for Trifecta)


The Trifecta writing prompt for the weekend was pretty straightforward. Write exactly 33 words about rebellion and/or revolt.  Interpret it as you will.

I found an old picture and I just had to act on it. Thanks for the inspiration, my boy.

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His Stand Against Brussels

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Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He was an excellent eater. Until the day his mother tried Brussels sprouts. “NOOO!” he slammed his tiny fist. “I NOT eat that, Mommy.”

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