“Here, honey. Hand me the pillow sham. Your hands are clean, right?”
“The what?” Little Geoffrey asked.
“This is a pillow sham. It covers the pillow.” Shawna took it from him and inserted the pillow.
“Daddy said your diet is a sham. I don’t get it?” Geoffrey scratched his head.
Shawna grimaced, trying not to react. “Okay, perhaps it is.”
“So what is a sham?”
She fluffed and smacked the pillows. “It covers the truth. Like this covers an ugly pillow.”
“Your diet covers the truth?”
She turned to him. “I guess so.” She laughed. “It’s a sham. Just like your dad’s and my marriage.”
This is my entry response for the Ragtag Daily Prompt, word of the day: sham. Intrigued? Visit
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“Mama, when cheese melts, is it still cheese, or is it bread and cheese?”
“Yes, hon, the cheese is still cheese, but now it’s even more enjoyable. ”
“I love bread AND cheese, and tomatoes!”
Mrs. Vincent put two slices of tomato on his sandwich. “You should! Now they’re all better than they were before. Such a great combination!”
“Add pepper, please?”
Mrs. Vincent added a dash of pepper. “Is that just right?”
“Yeah. It’s not as boring now. Is that why America was called a ‘melting pot’?”
“It still is my dear. Remember why you love it. Don’t let anyone tell you different. ”
(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2019.
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Photo taken in 2016.
Oh to wander
down a long winding path
on a windy day,
with unweighted debris tossed about.
Oh to wander,
where we’ll briefly lose our way
I miss these wonders.
My wandering warrior wants out.
*I’ve joined the April A to Z Blogger’s Challenge! Each day this month, I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet. It’s been fun so far, yet it has really given me a chance to pause for reflection as well.
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Free Verse by Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Dreams sit at the edge of our consciousness
Delighting, or disturbing us
Watching like a mindreader,
Where they are….
And to fall back into them when our slight awareness stirs.
Then, they dart away like a cat-eyed burglar in black who can never be caught…at the crack of dawn with the alarm’s annoying alert to the living.
When most of us wake up and leave them behind…
(But some of them can be caught)……
co. 2005, Pamela Schloesser Canepa