SnapDragon is a writer, painter, and flawed human being. She enjoys life with her husband, son, and two crazy cats.
Time is a funny thing. And by ‘funny’ I mean beautiful; relentless; healing. It’s always there. . . but then it’s gone. And as time passes, I see so many things begin to fade: My once vibrant head of hair slowly succumbs to a washed-out shade of brownish-gray. Sunburn. Scabs. Sadness. They are here for … More SnapDragon Speaks: On The Fade.
We’ve lived in this house for eight years. We’ve watched its carpets collect happy dirt. We’ve watched its windows slowly adapt to each passing season. We’ve remodeled; hosted parties; built a container garden on the deck. We’ve relocated litter boxes; hung up photos of our families and bizarre expressionist paintings; we’ve scattered scented candles. We’ve … More SnapDragon Speaks: On The Painted Wall.
Proposed by SnapDragon X. How do you treat other people? This one might be rhetorical. Or not. You choose. . . . Spread love, yo. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and homemaker. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for a little bit of this and that.
Take this moment. Just for you. Your body. Your mind. Your purpose. Breathe it in. Then let it out. You are beautiful. . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and donut enthusiast. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for all kinds of goodness, yo.
Proposed by SnapDragon X. What is your favorite childhood memory? One of my favorite memories is going on Family Vacation each summer, to the glorious Wildwood, New Jersey. We stayed in a motel just a block from the beach, right at the beginning (end?) of the boardwalk. Flip-flop sounds on pavement. Salt Water Taffy. SPF … More Question of the Day: No. 526
Inside this chest pounds a heart so steady. Inside this head lives a brain so alive. And somewhere in between rests a spirit so gentle, even the tiniest of scratches leaves a scar. . . . How would you describe your spirit, Dear Reader? What inspires you? What shakes you to your core? (Such easy … More SnapDragon Speaks: On The Gentle Spirit.
Proposed by SnapDragon X. What would you do if you were no longer afraid? Oh, the possibilities! . . . SnapDragon is a writer, artist, and sucker for M&M McFlurries. Follow her Two-Bit Musings and more on Snippets of SnapDragon.
A Messy Reflection from Yours Truly. . . . Greetings from my warm, bird-chirping corner of the globe, Dear Reader. I’m in my bare feet, I have a tall iced coffee within reach, and approximately half an hour or so of solitude. Here I am. And, simply put, I’m a mess. Top-knot hairdo. Disheveled clothes. … More SnapDragon Speaks: On Wrinkles & Dish Soap.
Proposed by SnapDragon X. What do you see when you look in the mirror? . . . SnapDragon sees a mom, a teacher, an artist. She sees an increasing amount of wiry, silver hairs. She sees green eyes that read, and wander, and dream. She sees an impossibly hopeful soul. . . . Your turn, … More Question of the Day: No. 517.
Proposed by SnapDragon X. What about your community makes you most proud? . . . Go ahead, leave a comment! You know you want to. . . . SnapDragon is a writer who rather enjoys old cartoons. Follow Snippets of SnapDragon for tidbits of this and that.
I fondly remember the days of grammar-school playgrounds; of brown-bagged lunches; of field trips to museums, caverns, and coal mines. I remember the sense of belonging within those classroom walls. There was a constance amongst us kids: a comradery that strengthened with each lesson, each game, each talent show. The questions we asked were not … More SnapDragon Speaks: On The Same Side.
-Previously posted on Snippets of SnapDragon– So I sat down with amateur blogger SnapDragon X., to ask her a thing or two about life. She wore an over-sized teal dress/shirt thing, which she said seems to have become her unofficial uniform as of late. Her polka-dotted leggings undoubtedly completed the Practical-Mom outfit. Plus, there may … More SnapDragon Speaks: On Herself.
There are many things I do not know. Like what it takes to make a light switch work; or how many species of bird reside in my home state. I do not know advanced mathematic formulas; I do not know why the daffodils come back each spring. I’m just one person, with a single, yet … More SnapDragon Speaks: On Knowing.
Greetings, Dear Reader! The SnapDragon Family is currently on the road, seeing some sights during this all-too-depressing season of lockdown during winter in Pennsylvania. (starts shivering, and hides head beneath a blanket) We’re cozied up in our Berkshire Class-A RV, embracing the open road and relishing the chance to travel to the American southeast. Sure … More SnapDragon Speaks: On All I Need.
Hi. SnapDragon here. It’s been awhile. And who knows why, really. I mean, I do have a toddler. I tend to the house and home. I technically work full-time, although it’s more like a part-time, online gig at the moment. (No complaints. But it still takes up minutes of my day.) And by the time … More SnapDragon Speaks: On Thought-Jelly.
I’m sorry, yo. For a lot of little and not-so-little things. . . . I’m sorry for all the times I thought I knew better; I’m sorry for not realizing the limitations of my own world view. I’m sorry for making To-Do Lists while you gave instructions I later needed. I’m sorry for snapping when … More SnapDragon Speaks: On The Apology.
I’m afraid of the dark. Like, for real. And it’s not because I think there are trolls in the basement, or Civil War ghosts in the attic. (But—ahem—now that I’ve revived that thought, I might crawl into bed even earlier tonight.) (pulls the blanket up to her chin) I’m afraid of my own mind. Because … More SnapDragon Speaks: On The Dark.
I have a real thing about utility. When I lived in the city, and spent all my time at my boyfriend’s apartment, it bothered me that my own four walls just sat there, waiting. No one home. Cups and cookbooks, sweaters and bags of loose-leaf tea just sitting still, perhaps wishing for a sign of … More SnapDragon Speaks: On The Used.
To All The Friends I’ve Lost: I simply want to say hello, although it’s been so many years. Because even as time performs its cruel, relentless dance, I still remember you. I remember us. I still laugh when I think of all our ridiculous jokes; how many fears, dreams and secrets we shared; how many … More SnapDragon Speaks: To All The Friends I’ve Lost.
Once upon a time, when I had recently graduated from college and found myself alone in a large city, I felt those first unsettling pangs of depression. Quiet. So quiet. So very very quiet. At 22, it was the first time in my life I experienced true solitude. No parents. No siblings. No roommates. Just … More SnapDragon Speaks: On The Stranger-Friend.
