Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Counseling On An Airplane Ride
Flying on an airplane has become one of my favorite pastimes. The landing at our destination especially. This was a business trip my husband and I were going on. I would swim, tan and hang out in the hotel while he worked. He was selling cardio and respiratory pharmaceuticals.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Psyche
It Happened On An Airplane Ride
On a trip to Texas for a Mary Kay convention, I was excited and couldn't wait to see Mary Kay; it was only the second time I had flown. I was with a good friend and she had flown more than I had. After we had taken off, I started to feel ill. I did not remember getting sick the last time I was flying.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Confessions
The Third Time Is The Charm
My husband is one of my favorite sources when I write about everyday life. He is funny, we laugh a lot, he likes to rhyme and tease and he is a great family guy. He is in great shape for his 73 years, active, and is a pretty good card player. We have recovery and motorcycles in common.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Families
What Happened, I Asked The Police And Later The Psychiatrist.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was barely visible. I believed it was a woman. But I didn't think it was me. Then I thought, it was the mirror that got fogged up because of my shower. But how could that be me when hands are clearly on the mirror and mine are not?
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
This Year Remembering My Father Died From Falling Off The Roof Helped Me.
I never thought that when my father fell and broke his neck in 1964 and when my mother broke her neck when she fell in 2009, I could be so impacted. Another part of me says, well of course! That only makes sense.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Psyche
What If The World Really Was Purple Every Evening
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. As I comment to myself that line, I hear, “Oh my,” coming from the wife. “Poetry in motion. I wish I could take a notion and be with you at night to see what you see.”
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
