Stacy Parks
Bio
The youngest of five children with idiosyncrasies. I love writing poetry and short stories. I enjoying nature photography, cooking and baking ( a foodie), loves a good mystery, and learning languages: French & German. Welcome to my life.
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Late again, I can’t believe that I’m running out of time! Rebekah looked at her smart phone and peered icily at the time. It was a smothering kind of heat, the kind that you could coat yourself in, and keep yourself warm through winter. Rebekah's phone had an alert flashing that the heat was going to be a code for a state of emergency. Lately, fires have been starting everywhere because of the drought and the terrible heat index. The whole west coast was gone. It was like seeing a recent sunburn and instead of flesh flaking off after healing it was pieces of the United States disintegrating into the ocean. What is happening to this planet, cried Rebekah!? Where are we going to live? Soon there will be no food left. I suppose it didn’t matter that she would be late for work, it’s better than not showing up because of being dead. She sometimes had a morbid sense of reality and the fact that she was an ecologist didn’t help matters much, she knew how this would all end. It’s the price of having a well-functioning curious brain.
By Stacy Parks5 years ago in Fiction
Patience, Persistence, and Timing
It wasn’t until this past year due to the pandemic that I became involved and in love with photography. I lost my job of four years and was trying to find ways to lift my spirits and those around me. Photography was always in the back of my mind because we constantly take pictures even with our eyes. I think what convinced me to take pictures was remembering my older brothers who have been invested in photography for years. They always carried a camera on our nature walks and sometimes even into rural or city dwellings. You just never know when you might come across something or someone worth photographing. One could say this was instilled in me long ago and was just waiting to hatch at the right time. The first animal I began photographing was the Red Shoulder Hawk nest in our apartment complex. Boy, it was a delight seeing those babies with their down feathers, watching them grow, and fledge the nest as adults. It was one of the brightest parts of the pandemic for me. After that I became addicted to taking pictures of various woodland creatures and I made it a habit to carry my camera just like my older brothers.
By Stacy Parks5 years ago in Photography
A glass of Merlot for Todd
Claire was sitting in a burgundy velvet booth waiting for her date to show up at Harvest. She couldn’t believe that she was dating again, her relationship with Kevin was supposed to last forever. Then Kevin came home one day and broke the news to her that he met someone, and she was dazzling. Claire didn’t want to be one of those overly emotional women and lash out and throw things. She didn’t want him to win, and so, she stayed calm while remaining controlled, this would blindside him. This option to behave with decorum would slowly bother him in a way that suggestive itching can bother someone to start scratching. So, here she was sitting at one of the finest restaurants in Seattle, waiting on her first date in four years with Todd.
By Stacy Parks5 years ago in Humans
A Thoughtful Trip
Cynthia Bloom a Meditation and Art History teacher was taking her daily commute on the city train. She was preparing to spend the summer in Northern, France near Giverny. Her beloved Aunt Fleur had invited her in hopes to persuade her to move to France and open a meditation studio. Fleur always thought of Cynthia as a daughter ever since the tragic death of her mother Adrianne so many years ago. The two had become remarkably close, kindred spirits. As Cynthia let the train carry her along the clackity journey to her classroom she daydreamed of beautiful French gardens with wisteria climbing the garden arbors, the Louvre with its awe-inspiring collection, pastries so decant from the flaky to the melt in your mouth macaroons, and the hot delicious sip of a café au lait. It made Cynthia weak at the knees. The people of France really knew how to let loose and enjoy life. The slow pace woke her up to mindfulness and thus she began her journey towards mediation and art history. She connected art and meditation into an effective teaching method.
By Stacy Parks5 years ago in Families
