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I love this tiny shoulder bag, but as I said, and as you can see by the eyeglasses, it is TINY, so I rarely use it. It’s been in a drawer for years. I wonder. If I unzip it, might I find a long-forgotten twenty dollar bill from my last time out with this cutie? Yeah, I know. Wishful thinking.

©2015 Photo by Carol Munro

Photo prompt: In My Bag

Writing prompt: You find this little shoulder bag in a drawer. (The drawer might be in your home, someone else’s home, a hotel room or B&B, in a dresser you just bought at auction, whatever. It might be a drawer in something other than a dresser, such as a hidden drawer in a desk or hope chest. You decide.) When you unzip it and look inside, you find…what? A key? A love letter? The combination to a safe? A ring? A spell? A phone number or email address? An ancient coin? A coded message? A small vial of chartreuse-colored powder? Driving directions ending with “Look under the fourth rock to the left of the oak tree for further instructions” followed by a deadline date that’s four days from today? A crystal marble when rubbed shows you a vision? A photo of a man crying? A photo of four-year-old you with a woman you don’t know? A photo of four-year-old you with a monkey on your lap? Go. Write. Have fun.

Oh! And happy birthday to Paula B.D. Have an adventurous birthday weekend!

For more info about the photo challenge, go here: http://www.susannahconway.com/the-august-break-2015/

Photo and writing prompt © Carol Munro, 2015

I don’t cook. Much. I have my specialties – the go-to dishes I know how to make and can suffer through creating.

• Lasagna from a recipe a friend shared with me when I was 19, which I’ve altered since.
• Chicken cordon bleu, which I haven’t made in 27 years, come to think of it. Being a vegetarian now, this treat is a bit tough for me to make — with the pounding of flesh and all. But oh! My CCB always got rave reviews.
• Mac and cheese taught to me by my husband, taught to him by his mom. It’s not for the faint of heart. Truly. All that cheese and butter. The aroma alone would have you salivating so much you’d have to change your shirt before dinner.
• Apple pie. There’s something about rolling out the crust and building the pie that’s soul satisfying. Then there’s the aroma of cinnamon and allspice and nutmeg and fall-fresh apples. And the baking to the perfect golden hue. And the devouring of the pie – crust tender and flaky, filling juicy with a nice blend of mushy and firm.

But my favorite recipe? Not something I make myself. It’s my husband’s homemade pizza. He makes a brioche dough and tops it with black olives, roasted red peppers, and artichokes. Or mushrooms and Vidalia onions. Or pears, Gorgonzola, caramelized onions, and arugula with a drizzle of balsamic reduction. And always fresh mozz. His pizzas are good to the last bite. The. Very. Last. Bite.

So what’s this squirrel eating? Crusts from take-out pizza from a local restaurant. They make great pizza. But it’s pizza I don’t mind sharing.

(Please excuse the poor quality of the photo, but I couldn’t resist posting this cuteness.)

©2015 Photo by Carol Munro

Photo prompt: Favorite Recipe

Writing prompt: Write about preparing a meal. Is it a special occasion or an ordinary supper? Does an unexpected guest show up? Yes! Let’s say yes, that happens in your story. But is the guest friend or foe, human or animal? Go. Write. Have fun.

For more info about the photo challenge, go here: http://www.susannahconway.com/the-august-break-2015/

Photo and writing prompt © Carol Munro, 2015

I grew up in South Windsor,  a suburb of Hartford, CT. When we first moved there, our street was the beginning of a larger neighborhood of new houses. Back then, it was only one dead-end street. We lived on the cul-de-sac at the top of the hill.

In winters, our street was last to be plowed, if plowed at all. That meant hours of sledding until the dads came home from work to attempt the slipping, skidding drive up the hill to their homes, spoiling the sledding trails we had worked all day to perfect.

In summers, we explored hills and fields and woods and ponds. If we were adventurous (read: our moms would not find out), we’d cross the field across the street, follow trails through the strip of woods, and find our way to the BIG pond where the old Podunk Mill once operated. If we dared to sneak to the front of the pond (actually a puddling of the Podunk River caused by a man-made dam), we’d spend time at the waterfall that splashed under the covered walkway that connected a parking lot with the mill.

At some point, the mill property had been renovated as a restaurant, and the bridge was named the Kissing Bridge. Over the years, the restaurant has changed hands and names many times, but the Kissing Bridge always remains.

If you’d like to explore the significant history of this place a bit more, here’s the link to the current restaurant that calls the Mill Pond home.

©2015 Photo by Carol Munro

Photo prompt: Door

Writing prompt: The Kissing Bridge. Imagine the goings-on here. No. Really. Go ahead and imagine. What are the stories this bridge could tell if it could speak? Listen and write one down. Go. Write. Have fun.

For more info about the photo challenge, go here: http://www.susannahconway.com/the-august-break-2015/

Photo and writing prompt © Carol Munro, 2015

©2015 Photo by Carol Munro

Photo prompt: Green

Writing prompt: Take a protagonist on a picnic or a bike ride through a park or to watch the waves from a beach boardwalk. Something simple and benign. Serene, organic, green, in touch with nature and soul. But then… Your protagonist becomes  involved in a tangle of sorts. What’s happening? Begin your story with the tangle. Begin with, “Hey, I wasn’t looking for this! I just came here to –” Go. Write. Have fun.

For more info about the photo challenge, go here: Suzannah Conway’s August Break, 2015.

Photo and writing prompt © Carol Munro, 2015

Go the distance. Why does this phrase make me think of Rocky Balboa?

“… ’Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody’s ever gone the distance with Creed, and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings and I’m still standin’, I’m gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that I weren’t just another bum from the neighborhood.”  — Rocky Balboa

Forget Sly! Burgess Meredith (Rocky’s manager) is my kind of guy. I met him twice when I went the distance from east coast to west to record radio commercials with him. He was a quiet, kind man and the ultimate professional. He nailed the voiceover scripts for four spots in mere minutes. And then he was gone after posing with us for photos. For press releases, of course. (Okay, okay. I framed a print for myself.)

©2015 Photo by Carol Munro

Photo prompt: In the Distance

Writing prompt: What directions have you taken? Think about that word a moment – directions – and the various paths you’ve traveled in life. Try drawing your life line on a sheet (or many sheets) of paper. A straight vertical line will do.  At points along that line, draw all the short and long paths you’ve traveled. The paths within the paths. The detours and backtracks. What stories happened along all these paths? What paths flood you with the strongest memories? Go. Write. Have fun.

For more info about the photo challenge, go here: Suzannah Conway’s August Break, 2015.

Photo and writing prompt © Carol Munro, 2015

©2015 Photo by Carol Munro

Photo prompt: Water

Writing prompt: Brooks. Streams. Rivers. Ponds. Lakes. Oceans. Waterfalls. Kiddie pools. Lawn sprinklers. Public fountains. Drizzle. Sun showers. Downpours. Trickling water forming icicles. Trickling in downspouts, irritating spiders. Bottled water. Tap water. Rusty water. Muddy. Murky. Crystal clear. Boiling over. Wiping off a windshield. Basin. Tub. Shower. Sponge bath. Spit. Sweat. Tears. Keep brainstorming. Add to this list, then pick what’s most inspiring and put your characters there. Go. Write. Have fun.

For more info about the photo challenge, go here: Suzannah Conway’s August Break, 2015.

Photo and writing prompt © Carol Munro, 2015

It was a beautiful day today. So after a morning of yard work, a refreshing shower, and a delicious lunch (Hanna’s Mock Tuna Salad), I topped it off with something quite exciting: a trip to the dump with my husband. The plan was to tolerate the chore, then take a little drive around town to photograph something curvy for today’s photo challenge prompt. I eventually got the photo below, but not before dump diving and snatching up three chairs, a mirror, and two hope chests, which I plan to refurbish and sell. I know. I already have way too much to keep me busy, but something’s got to fill the gap when this photo challenge is over, right?

P.S. The guys who work at the dump were chuckling as we left. They know I’ve given my husband strict instructions to never, never bring things home from the dump. Come to think of it, my husband was chuckling, too.

©2015 Photo by Carol Munro

Photo prompt: Curves

Writing prompt: You would think this is an ordinary tree growing beside a pond in a park. But you’d be wrong. Oh. So. Wrong. It’s a bonsai tree, carefully trimmed and shaped by a giant. Yes, I said giant. Heretofore, he has proven his skills that earned him the Stealth badge in Giant Boy Scouts. But today you brought a blanket and a good book to the park, and when a giant shadow shaded your pages, you spotted him reaching through the clouds with his little clippers. “Hey!” you yelled. What happened next?  Go. Write. Have fun.

For more info about the photo challenge, go here: Suzannah Conway’s August Break, 2015.

Photo and writing prompt © Carol Munro, 2015