Paula Shablo

Joined January 2021

191 stories

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Daughter. Sister. Mother. Grandma. Author. Artist. Caregiver. Musician. Geek.

(Order fluctuates.)

Follow my blog at http://paulashablo.com

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On This, My First Memorial Day Without You
Needless to say I have been very blessed Sixty summers with you, Dad, beside me Still, shock waves of loss crush air from my chest
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
A Little Cold
A preview of sorts--this little tale is featured in my book, Scribbles. I was feeling miserable last night. I’ve had a cold for a few days now, and I was exhausted from coughing and sneezing. My nose was all stuffy and red from constant blowing.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
Summer Flies
No doubt, at some point the sun will appear The days will grow longer, the evenings warm And I’ll leave behind the dark nights of fear
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
Summer Love
Welcome, lengthening hours of daylight Sunshine, soft-blooming the rose on my cheek Full-flowered cherry trees, a lovely sight
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
Mom? What Does It Mean When—?
When I was a little girl, my mother was the smartest person in the world. She knew everything. She taught me to love reading by being a good example and I was reading at a high level before I even started first grade.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Families
When Will I Be
I have lain in darkness at night Staring at the ceiling and Worrying that I’m not enough I wasn’t enough to keep Dad alive
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
Muddied Colors
I didn't raise you to be ashamed Of who and what you are But somewhere along the line You still learned shame I have watched you mute yourself
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
Daddy's Color
"The sky is blue," you'd say "It's not," I'd reply An ages old discussion Between you and I Right, Daddy? "We never argued, Mama
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
The Last Vacation
A quick note: This is the 3rd part on a continuing story. Links to Parts 1 & 2 are below. Jenna was startled by the sound of her heel striking pavement. She’d been walking in sand for miles, and had been paying no attention to the changes in the terrain. She’d been softly singing an old tune from some long-gone animated Christmas show: Something about getting home by putting one foot in front of the other foot. “Soon you’ll be walking here or there or whatever the hell and what’s this from and why in God’s name won’t it get out of my head?” She had visions of something, possibly Claymation. Was it Santa Claus? Who knew?
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Horror
So Shines the Emerald
I, the May baby… I want everything blue Light blue to match the summer skies Dark blue like lakes at dusk All the ocean’s hues
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Poets
Who Me? Angsty?
I officially became a teen on May 4th, 1973. I had begun my decade of angst well before that time, convinced that I was not meant to be where I was, doing what I was doing, living where I lived. The whole world was one big mousetrap, and it had me by the tail.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Beat
The First Riverview Avenue Bench
Originally posted May 8, 2020 on my blog, Penz-O-Paula I was still reeling from the big six-zero birthday on the 4th, and decided I needed a fun distraction. Here it is.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Families