Writer's Workshop

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The Prompts: Visit Mama Kat

1.) For your birthday a sibling has decided to have the first six months of your blog printed and bound. Write a forward for the book.

2.) Write a 26-line poem using all the letters of the alphabet, where the first line starts with the letter "A," the second "B," the third "C," etc., culminating with the final line starting with "Z."(writersdigest.com)

3.) Start your story with, "In retrospect, I wouldn't say it was my best idea." And end it with, "And that's how I attempted to make this world a better place."(writersdigest.com)

4.) What would the truth have done? Write about a time when honesty was NOT the best policy.(writingfix.com)

5.) What made your childhood bearable? Write about it.


YARA...do this! I'm serious. Diana? Marcy? Come on ladies..this is fun!!!!


So we needed some time out of the house and we love going out to eat. We decided to go somewhere away from our little two horse town, with only one restaurant where table cloths are used. We live 30 minutes from town as it is, and the biggest town is 30 minutes from there, but we decided to venture out anyway.

The consensus was Applebee's. All the kids decided it would be good eatin'. The kids aren't picky considering that we usually eat out at McDonald's.

The trip there was uneventful. We talked, we sang, we read, Asa cried.

We were seated and easily decided on appetizers. They were delicious....creamy spinach-artichoke dip with chips; spicy chicken wings; delectable eggrolls stuffed with vegetables. All our favorites.

Soon after, our meals arrived. A huge bowl of macaroni and cheese with steam rising over the bowl, for Millicent; so much that she was able to bring some home for the next day. Kori had a corn dog, fried golden and crispy with a side of sweet applesauce. Kati had crispy chicken with a side of the applesauce.

Pretty soon we were finishing our meal and were enjoying our conversation...laughing about Asa. Whenever we gave him corn he would sign "all finished" but then sign "more" so he could have more of his Dad's fries. We were just having a good time.

Pretty soon the conversation began to change and Millicent got very excited about something. She began hopping in her chair and repeating something over and over. You could see the glee in her eye as she repeated the words. Her speech isn't always clear to us and certainly to those around her. We've never been more thankful for her speech patterns than we were in that moment.

We began to decipher what she was saying, as the object of her glee came into our view:

"SHE'S FAT! Mommy she's SO FAT!"

Yes, she was so fat. Fatter than any person should be. But what do you say to a three year old?

Yes, Millcent the lady is seriously fat and ought to be going for a walk and not eating out.

Or, yes, Millicent that lady needs to be on Weight Watchers.

Or, yes, Millicent I have never seen anyone that fat either.

No, the truth wouldn't have worked.

So I said, Millicent don't say that, you'll hurt her feelings, whispered in her ear so no one else could hear me.

What I really wanted to say was:

HOLY COW YOU'RE FAT!

But I whispered for Millicent to stop staring instead.

If that were the end of the story that would be enough. But no, alas, Millicent was so mesmerized by the largess of this woman that she could not remove her eyes from her, for even a second. She began playing with the back of her chair, which was obviously straining from the weight of this woman; I was afraid even one touch of the chair by Millicent would cause it to collapse.

So we quickly paid the bill and left. We laughed all the way home and said to each other...

HOLY COW THAT WOMAN WAS FAT!