101 Barks and Flashbacks #JusJoJan

I seem to be one day off, at the least of things, in my 2020 plans and in these daily writing prompts.


Yesterday I wrote about my dog getting into some chocolates a friend had given me.

Today, I think about all the
on my street, one of the ones on the street behind my house having barked loudly as soon as I let Dobby out the back the other morning.

It’s a morning chorus of dogs on one street, wondering who all they might meet.

It reminds me of that scene from Disney’s 101 Dalmatians when a network of barking and howling dogs spread the message that a gang of poor little puppies had been stolen.

I miss those days of watching Disney movies at my cousins/ place: 101 Dalmatians and Lady and the Tramp.

for this prompt that read my blog correctly.

And since your blog happens to have 101 in the name: What of coincidences?

It’s Friday and I’m flashing back to another time. Now, should I sign up for Disney+?


I Wanted Those Dobby #JusJoJan

Just Jot It January #JusJoJan
prompt word was given by
and that was the day I received a treat from a friend.


My dog clearly noticed the lovely bag of chocolates a friend generously gave to me. I came home and found that he’d thought them super
because there were the empty wrappers on the floor and on the chair when I returned home from my meeting.

It’s my fault, of course, for leaving the bag out on the low table with full access.

I know it’s said how dogs shouldn’t have chocolate, can’t have chocolate, and could get sick or worse, but it’s been more than twenty-four hours and he seems like himself still.

I wanted all those chocolates, Dobby.

for the delicious prompt word.


By The Fireside #Podcast #JusJoJan

It’s taken me a few days, but this is the start of a new week. I am getting it together here.


My 2019 is behind me and can’t be changed now. Time to look ahead.


Starting with our first
Ketchup On Pancakes (podcast)
of the year, though we do look back on the last as we look into the next twelve months.

Along with my brother, I am going to record our podcast and every
we have for the coming year.

for the prompt.


“Experiences of Disability” – A Brevity Special Issue

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Brevity is excited to announce an upcoming special issue, “Experiences of Disability,” to be published in September 2020 and featuring anchor author Esmé Weijun Wang. The submission period will begin on October 1, 2019.

We invite brief nonfiction submissions that consider all aspects of illness and disability: what it is, what it means, how our understanding of disability is changing. We want essays that explore how disability is learned during childhood, lived over the entire course of a life, and how our changing understanding of disability shapes the way we experience ourselves and others. We are looking for flash essays (750 words or fewer) that explore the lived experience of illness and disability, as well as encounters with ableism, and that show readers a new way to understand the familiar or give voice to underrepresented experiences.

The “Experiences of Disability” issue will be guest edited by Keah Brown, Sonya Huber…

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Midnight Thoughts

Your voice, it’s stuck and being replayed in my head on an endless loop.

There once was a young girl (born with low vision) who would watch certain movies, over and over again until the tape wore out. People in her life grew weary, thinking her silly for such repetitions, when new movies with more excitement were constantly being released. She did this because, gradually over time, she could notice detail after detail in a scene, on the screen, with a growing sense of familiarity: 3 Men and a Baby/Little Lady or Son In Law for example.

That girl, wandering through the shelves of movies, with family or friends, in Blockbuster Video (now all but extinct along with that low vision, what vision she once had).

With the invention of iTunes, she now has a video store at her fingertips. She watches those movies again.

The late 80’s/early 90’s music, the sweet cooing of that baby, or scenes from an England so dreary. Or, down on the farm, not unlike the rural places she spent much of her youth.

Where did she get to, that young girl?

I’m her, still her, yet not nearly as young now. I watch again (for the two-hundredth time), searching for a little extra familiarity, this summer in particular. I no longer bother with the screen, but still my mind recalls scenes from movies from childhood anyway.

Buried, deep in my head somewhere, I still see. Why can’t I give you up, you images, what’s been familiar?

I recollect. a couple with their arms around each other and dancing close. The way a character wears their hair up/is dark brown or blonde. Even the hurt look in a face of a man who has just been slapped across it by a female love interest.

Did I ever see enough detail for that, to detect a look in a character’s face?

Today, in watching something that wasn’t a thing when I was young, I picture what the characters of Downton Abbey are doing in every scene, though I’ve never had the kind of vision, even low vision, to have seen them. So, then, where does it come from? It feels so real, as real as what I really could once see and of which now my brain recreates and can’t manage to let go of.

Now I watch, (3 Men and a Baby having come out when I was hardly more than a baby myself) and I hear voices and see scenes that are forever imprinted on my brain.

Tonight, the sound of your voice. I wonder if my memory of what you sound like will fade in thirty years time, if I never do hear it again.

Or if it will be forever imprinted on my eardrums, like those movie images from my low vision years that are replayed inside my head, even though sometimes I wish they weren’t.

Sometimes, I don’t know what’s real and true and what’s simply not either one of those. Like yourself or images seen with low vision, what was once here is now gone and I’m left with an endless echo chamber, or the visuals stuck on the repeat of it all.


A Review of Impossible Owls, Through the Lens of an Impossible Paradigm

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zz owls_By Amy Wright

Know what I think is refreshing? Clean lakes, blue glass, mint mouthwash, and rain. Also, people who express profound emotion or offer insights earned from hard experiences. What I do not find refreshing as a matter of course are essay collections that avoid memoir. So, when the first three reviews I read of Brian Phillips’ debut essay collection, Impossible Owls, described its “refreshing lack of memoir,” I had to wonder why critics were praising what it wasn’t, rather than what it was.

Apparently, memoirs are so in need of humbling, or memoirists in such need of a comedown, reviewers have to work across genre to accomplish it. I get it; I’ve read bad memoirs too. But I’ve also read paltry sonnets and shoddy detective novels without reviewers lauding those working in other modes for avoiding them altogether.

I suspect there’s more at play than genre bias…

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Worldwide Search for Models with Disabilities!


Worldwide Search for Models Disabilities! YOU could be on the cover of CAPTIVATING!

Today, CAPTIVATING! has launched a worldwide search for models with all types of disabilities from all over the world. This global social media campaign is being managed by our newest Staff Writer, Rebecca Holland, of Beckie Writes. Continue reading to find out more, especially if you or someone you know has a disability and is interested in being featured on our March edition of CAPTIVATING!

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Do you have a disability? CAPTIVATING! Magazine is looking for cover models for our March issue!Enter for your chance to be featured on our cover.

CAPTIVATING! is a magazine that is breaking down barriers and helping the world to see that all people―especially people with disabilities―are beautiful. We are looking for people of all ages from all over…

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On One Leg, Only For So Long #JusJoJan

When I started learning to do yoga poses, I started to realize just how bad it has gotten.


I can hold onto a chair or the wall, but standing on one foot while placing the other flat against the standing leg is harder than when I was a kid.

It’s my
that’s bad and I know it.

As for in life, finding
is an ongoing struggle for me.

For instance, I keep falling behind in January jotting, as in I am a day behind, again.

I even forgot to give a mention to
in that last post, but I’d rather not go back to edit, so I am doing it here.

I’m skipping my usual Saturday prompt participation, as it is no longer Saturday anyway. See, balancing life is ongoing. It’s not always possible to do everything I’d planned on doing.

I can only stand on one leg for so long before I’d go down, hard!


The Way My Mind Rolls #JusJoJan

My brain races on nights like these, but how else to explain it? … Hmm.


I haven’t heard of
before, but okay – I like it. I can work with this. I’ll go with it.

This sounds to me, like the perfect description of what my brain does. It’s always apt to start racing, acting wild, zooming in all directions, poking its nose in all sorts of spaces. Yes, that’s right, my brain is sticking its nose where it doesn’t belong, most of the time. This sounds like a way in which I might choose to explain what my mind does, on a night like this, when there’s so much ahead and I’ve got so much rushing and running through there.

Zoom! Zoom! Zoooooooooooom! Yep, my brain’s gone zooooooomie again!


for such a fun one.


How Peter Came To Be #JusJoJan

While I am a fan of the movie Forget Paris, I am less so for the one entitled the name of today’s jot prompt word.


Maybe I didn’t give
a fair chance.

Speaking of movies…

Must that word always be referring to something good or happy? For instance, I just saw the one-day release in theatres of a First World War documentary by Peter Jackson. At the end, he came on screen and said he thinks of how his grandfather met his grandmother during that war and if he hadn’t been in that war, Peter would never have been born at all.

This is serendipitous, is it not? Not good, as far as wars are never good things, but good in that we have the brilliant movie making skill of today from Jackson because of such narrow circumstances, or such broad events that had to all come together in just the right way.

If there’s anything good that can come of such a horror.

for the chance to write about this word today. It’s a fun word. I love the spelling and the sound of it.