Anywhere in the World?

If you could live anywhere, where would you go?

Mama Kat’s writing prompt this week was right up my alley: You have to move away from your state in one month. List 6 destinations you wouldn’t mind relocating to. I just finished reading Paris in Love, a memoir about a woman and her husband who moved to Paris for a year with their two young children. It made me daydream about where I would go if I had the funds, inclination and freedom. Then I realized most of the places I want to live for a year were…a little hard to get to.

London:  I’m a little obsessed with jolly old England right now. I think it might have something to do with Princess Kate and Burberry, but why fight it? I have visions of wandering cobblestone streets wearing an adorable trench coat while JC trots along beside me looking suspiciously like Christopher Robin. I realize this is not what it would be like, but it’s a daydream list, right?


I’m pretty sure I think London would be just like stepping into the movie “Notting Hill”.

Stars Hollow: While we’re on the subject of daydreams, I’d love to live in the fictional town alongside the Gilmore girls. Do small towns like that really exist? Where you can wander from your house to the town square, encountering all sorts of characters along the way? I want to live there.

(Side note: I found this fun webpage that lists Stars Hollow-esque places in New England to visit. Just in case.)

Storybrooke: Oooo, or the small town from Once Upon a Time. Sure, there are curses every couple of weeks and the constant concern that Rumplestiltskin is going to go completely Dark One on the community. But Prince Charming is the law enforcement and Jiminy Cricket is the town shrink. It’s a legit trade off.


Cambridge, Massachusetts: Okay, lets come back to reality.  I’ve always had a thing for Harvard square. Boston is a fantastic city and I would love to live there…and wander around Cambridge with a delicious bagel and my nose stuck in a book.

Hogwarts: Okay, so while I was imagining myself amongst the academics, the hallowed halls of Harvard sort of morphed into moving staircases and great halls with starry skies and a nice view from Gryffindor Tower. Clearly, I’m not into reality today. I should just give in. If you need me, I’ll be packing for the Hogwarts Express.


See? I already have my letter.

If you could go ANYWHERE for a year, where would you go?


Writing Prompt Challenge: The Cat’s Point of View

This week’s challenge: a scene from the cat’s point of view.


That woman was back again.

Oliver could see her from his hidey-hole under the couch. Her voice was high pitched, especially when she giggled. When she talked to him, she used words like “kitty-witty-witty” and “fluffer-McFluffkins”.

Oliver did not like her.

Oliver’s roommate, Ben, brought home lots of girls. They came and went, but Oliver didn’t really mind. As long as Ben was there to fill his food dish, supply his kitty nibble treats, and roll his jingle ball around, Oliver was happy. But then this woman showed up and things started to change.

Ben starting going away for the weekend. Sure, he left extra food and water, but it wasn’t fresh. Three-day old cat good did not taste good. And no treats for days! Then the woman started bringing things in. One day, Oliver took a leap on to his favorite windowsill to snooze in the sun and found it covered in stuff–candles and little vases and little framed photos. He fell right off the windowsill and darted under the bed, alarmed. This woman was making her mark. Oliver had to do something about it.

First he stole the funny little brush she put on her eyes every morning. Then he knocked all those stupid little things off the shelf. And then he rolled around on her clean laundry. And then he sat smugly and washed his paws.

It irritated her, Oliver could tell. But she didn’t leave.

The final straw came one night, after Oliver had his dinner and collected his nibbles, he trotted off towards the bedroom to settle down on the bed for the night.

“Oh, no, kitty,” cooed the woman. “No kitty-witty in the bedroom tonight! I just bought a new chenille blanket and we don’t need kitty hair on it!” And she shut the bedroom door, squashing Oliver’s face.

“Mrrrroooooow!” Oliver yowled at the door. He scratched at the door. Nothing. He howled louder. Louder and louder, until finally he was screeching at the top of his cat lungs.


“Oliver!” Ben came out of the bedroom and scooped his up. Oliver swatted at him with his paw and tried to lunge at the woman’s sleeping form.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Ben said, quickly shutting the door.

“Meeeeeeer,” Oliver growled under his breath.

“I know, I know, you don’t like her,” Ben said, sitting down on the couch with the cat in his lap. Oliver glared at the shut bedroom. Didn’t like her? That was an understatement. He wanted to use her pants as a scratching post. He wanted to attack her ankles. He wanted to hack up a hairball in her shoes. He wanted–

“It’s okay, calm down,” He scratched him under the chin like he knew Oliver liked so much. Oliver tried to stay mad, but it felt good.

“The problem is, I like her,” Ben said. “Do you think you can at least try?”

Oliver growled again, and Ben laughed.

“Okay, okay,” Ben said. “I’ll work on her.” He laid a blanket on the couch and went back to bed.

Oliver settled down on the blanket. He was comfortable…but not as comfortable as he would be on the bed.

“Where did you go?” Oliver heard the woman asked.

“Just settling the cat down,” Ben said.

“Why? I mean…he’s just a cat.”

Oliver started to growl again. He hopped down, walked over to the kitchen counter, and swatted at the strap of her purse until it fell. He then started to systematically paw the contents under the couch: keys, cell phone, packs of gum.

Lady, Oliver thought, it’s on.

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Just Try and Keep a Straight Face

Sometimes kids say crazy things, and it’s hard to keep a straight face.

I recently discovered this app called “Little Hoots”. It’s free (with some in-app purchases) and you can illustrate things your kid says and conversations you have. I love it, so I thought I’d share some of my favorites.








This post was inspired by Mama Kat‘s writing workshop! Go check her out, she’s hilarious.