Writings by Diane

Grocery shopping is mundane and routine, wouldn't you agree? I find I roam through the aisles in the same route as I do each week. I walk by, barely acknowledging the other shoppers. Yet we are all in the same mission: methodically filling our carts and checking off our grocery lists, either manually or electronically. However, a few weeks ago, something different happened at the produce section.  There I was, surveying the bananas,trying to find a bunch that didn't have many bruises. Suddenly, a little four year old girl with brunette hair appeared by my side. Her eyes lit up as she scanned the bananas, humming a whimsical tune. Soon, she scampered off.  I turned around and saw her mother wasn't far from her. Mom was standing next the the tomato display. My eyes focused on the little girl, who was now babbling to the tomato stack. Then, her mother called her name, telling her it was time to go. With a tiny wave, she sang, "Goodbye tomatoes!" I smiled, tickled b...

Full disclosure--I'm a news junkie. When I turn on the television, I will invariably change it to a news channel. I cannot walk pass a newspaper without taking a peek at the headlines. Now, with my Smartphone, I can constantly keep up to date with all varieties of news. It's so neatly arranged in categories, such as Top Stories, Entertainment and Sports. Typically, the Sports section I breeze right through, be it television, newspapers or Smart Phone. It's not because I've never been a sports fan. Growing up in Southern California, I was a supporter of the Los Angeles Dodgers.   Back in that day, my parents were subscribers to the team's newspaper Dodger Blue. Within these pages, I could keep up with all the players, such as Steve Sax , FernandoValenzula and Mike Scioscia.  However, after we moved to Las Vegas and later on to Idaho, I slowly lost touch with this team. Nowadays, if I see a game with the LA Dodgers, I am painfully reminded that I don't know any...

The early morning sun rays spilled through Melissa's kitchen window. As she scooped the ground coffee into the coffee maker, she smiled to herself, remembering the events of last night. Going to the new restaurant was a spur of the moment thing. She had been a fan of fate and last night's episode only solidified her beliefs. She credited herself for the clever way she gave Vincent her phone number. She replayed their conversation in her mind. She pictured his face, his strong jaw and kind eyes. It was so easy to talk to him, conversations sprouted and flourished effortlessly between them. She looked at the clock and saw the time was 6:15 am. She was surprised she had woken up so soon for a weekend. When she retired to bed last night, her stomach had a tickling feeling that was excitement and it hadn't stopped. Her calico cat  was sunning himself on the window sill. She scratched behind his ear and sighed. "Well, Banjo, now we wait for him to call. Too bad I didn'...