2020, Here We Come!

Penny Wilson Writes  has gone through several transformations since it’s beginning.  At the end of the year, the end of a decade, we all tend to look back and reflect.  The last decade has seen the Biggest changes in my life.  The. Biggest.  My decision to move from Oregon to Texas, was the hardest decision I ever made, and it was the best decision I ever made.  Words that come to mind when I think about the life that I have now are Thankful, Grateful and Blessed.

My time here on WordPress is included as one of those Blessings.  Writing is an outlet for me, a way to express myself and the events in my life.  The community here has been so supportive!  Your encouragement gives me the courage to put myself out there, when in the past, I would have never dreamed of publishing anything I’ve written!

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New Beginnings

With the approach of the  New Year, it makes me think about New Beginnings.  It seems that I’ve “started over” a thousand times in my life.

We moved around a lot when I was a kid growing up.  So I was constantly starting a new school, making new friends.  Starting over.

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Another Name Change?

When I first started my blog, I called it “Penny Lane’s Thoughts“, using the name Penny Lane as a playful nod to the Beatles.

Since then, I’m taking my writing more seriously.   So I changed the name of my blog to “Penny Lane Writes“.

As an author, I will be using my real name, Penny Wilson.  I worry that if people look for me, they will not find me with the Penny Lane name.

As much as I adore the name Penny Lane, It’s not who I am.  I’m Penny Wilson.  I am thinking about making another name change to my blog and calling it “The Musings of Penny Wilson” or some such thing.  I haven’t decided on a name for sure yet.

I’ve even secured the pennywilsonwrites .com just in case.

Do you think another change will just confuse people?  Thoughts?

Face Lift

I’ve given my Blog a Face lift.  I really like the colors.  The Archives and Categories are now in Drop Down Lists.  I think this is just a cleaner look.

I really like the pretty bird I found for the Header picture, but i don’t know if I will keep it.  I really miss my books picture.  So I am still searching for the perfect Header.

Please take a look and let me know what you think!  Any feedback you have would be appreciated!


Writing in May 2017

I set out to write a post every day this month and so far I’ve been able to do that.  I don’t know if the “exercise” has strengthened my writing muscles, but I’ve had a good time doing it anyway.

Since I’ve been spending more time on WordPress, I’ve been poking around and looking at different tutorials & things.  I’ve submitted some writing  to other bloggers and I added a Contact Page to my blog.  Just in case you wanna chat.  🙂

So I guess my exercising has done me some good after all.

I’ve been looking at different Themes and Headers.  So you May see more changes to my blog coming up.  Don’t hold me to that.  I like what I’ve got and the last time I made a major change, it was like turning your back on a friend!  So we will see…

I thank each and every one of you that spend a little of your time here.  The WordPress community is filled with a lot of wonderful people and I’m so glad you’re here!                     — Penny Lane

BE the Change?


I don’t watch a lot of TV.  I find most of it to be just a waste of time.  I have to admit, I do tune in to the old classics.  The Dick Van Dyke Show or The Andy Griffith Show, etc.  I like a lot of the old classic movies too.  Give me a good James Stewart movie or an Alfred Hitchcock and I’m set!

I watch local news which gives me just enough of the international news that I don’t sound like I’ve got my head in the sand during conversations with friends.

What I see coming at me from the “boob tube” just makes my stomach turn.  How on earth can we continue with the amount of violence in our society and still survive?

I know every generation says that it’s worse than the generation before.  But the world confuses me now.  The cruelty and the hatred…

What’s the answer?  IS there an answer?

It’s not just the terrorists, or the wars.  It’s also the cruelty to animals, the cruelty to children!!

Some time back I wrote a post about being naïve.  Sometimes I get bitten, because I like to see the good in people.  Until a person proves otherwise, I like to think that we all possess some good in us.

That belief is getting harder and harder to maintain.

What, as a society, do we do to change it?

Arming ourselves to the teeth is not the answer.  I know we have to protect ourselves and our families.  But what about CHANGE?

I do my best to have a “do unto others” way of looking at people.  It’s not always easy when the media wants to shock and terrify us!

I have to quote a line from a Michael Jackson song.  “I’m starting with the man in the mirror.”  Or in this case, the woman in the mirror.

I KNOW this is how things change, just a person at a time.  But it just seems like a drop in the ocean.

This and prayer, I think, is the only way to make a CHANGE.



Hi!  I decided my blog needed a face lift.  So you will see things looking a little different here.  I’m still playing with the look, so don’t get too settled!  🙂  I want to add a few more widgets and more pages, just to make the experience of those visiting a little more interesting.

I’m trying to pump myself up about signing up for NaNoWriMo.  I THINK I know what I’m going to write about.  But having a plan or an outline?  No.  I guess I’m a fly by the seat of your pants kinda girl.

I’ve got 3 books partially written.  (I bounce around.)  None of them have been plotted out prior.  I get an idea in my head and I just run with it.  That’s how I roll Baby!  🙂

If any of you have comments or input on the look of my blog, bring it on!  I’d love to hear from you!

Till next time!  Penny



Penny was sitting on the front stoop of the shack.  What suffices for her front yard is dirt.  There is a tire swing hanging from a tree branch. It is unmoving in the hot summer air.  She has a large spoon in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.  Up until a few minutes ago, she was playing in the dirt.

She’s about 3 years old, maybe 4.  She has large blue eyes, long lashes and brown hair that cascades in waves and curls to her waist.

Daddy came home a little while ago.  Daddy works in the woods cutting down big trees.  She’s been to where he works.  Her momma took her and her brothers out to Daddy’s work and they all had a picnic one day.  She remembered climbing on a giant tree that was lying on its side.  Her Daddy had to lift her up because even lying on the ground; it was so tall she couldn’t reach the top without help.

Daddy was in the house with Momma.  They were yelling.  So she stayed outside.  She didn’t like it when her Momma and Daddy yelled.

Daddy walked funny when he got home, like he was dizzy.  When he reached down to give her a hug, he smelled bad, sour.  She didn’t like the smell.  She didn’t like it when Daddy smelled sour.  It always meant that he and Momma would fight.

Beside the front stoop was a small cloth doll.  She picked it up and hugged it tight to her.  The doll had blue buttons that Momma had sewn on for eyes, brown yarn for hair, and a pretty blue dress that Momma had made from an old shirt of Daddy’s.   The doll’s name was Tinkerbell.  This was a name that her mother called Penny sometimes.  She loved her Tinkerbell doll.

Penny stood up and strolled to the corner of the house and looked out back.  In the back was an outhouse and beyond that a creek where Momma got water.  Sometimes Daddy or her older brothers would help bring in water if Momma had to do laundry or if it was bath night.

Momma would heat water on the big wood stove in the kitchen and each of them would get a turn in the galvanized wash tub she also used for laundry.  Momma always made sure there was a good fire going in the kitchen so Penny wouldn’t get cold on bath night.  She set the tub on the floor, not too close to the stove and her and Momma would splash and play while she was scrubbed clean.  Then Momma would take her out and rub her down briskly with a towel, tickling her and making her laugh.

Penny was thinking about bath night as she heard the front door open and slam shut.  She looked toward the front yard and Daddy got in his truck and pulled away fast, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

Penny walked in the back door.  Momma was sitting at the picnic table in the kitchen that served as a dining room table.  Her face and eyes were red.

Penny walked over and laid her head on her mother’s shoulder.  Her mother turned and looked down at Penny and said, “It’s alright Tinkerbell” and took her in her arms, giving her a big hug.

About that time, the front door burst open.  Her 3 brothers were home.  They had been out playing in the woods.  Penny tore away from her mother and rushed into the main room of the house to greet her brothers.

The main room of the shack had a large fire place and several beds.  This is where they all slept.  There was little else in the shack other than some boxes in the corner that served as dressers for clothing and Daddy’s tools.

The boys, David, Bruce and Roy were all jabbering excitedly.  Momma walked in to see what the commotion was all about.

The boys pulled her outside and just beyond the front stoop was a bobcat, dead, that they had drug home.

The boys had grown up in the woods.  The 2 older ones in their teens, never left the property without their bows and arrows.  They had spotted this bobcat in the tree along a trail they frequented and Bruce took it down with one clean shot from his bow.

Penny didn’t understand what the fuss was all about.  What she saw was a big kitty, a pretty kitty, that was dead.

They all went into the house and Momma stirred the pot of beans on the stove while the boys went out back to wash up before dinner.

Penny loved it when her brothers were home.  They all sat down to big helpings of beans and delicious cornbread that Momma had cooked in her cast iron skillet in the wood stove.

Penny looked around her.  She smiled.  She was loved and she knew it.  This would be another evening without Daddy, but he would there in the morning when she woke up.

Penny bolted awake.  Shaking her head, she tried to clear the images from her mind.  They clung tightly, like cobwebs you can’t see.

Why, at 56 years of age, would she be dreaming of that time so long ago?  She swung her feet over the side of the bed.  She looked around her.  She loved her cozy home in the city.  She had a good life here.

Most people think they are a product of their environment; Penny liked to think she was a product IN SPITE of hers.  She had come so very far.  She thought her mother would be proud.

Sitting on the patio, gazing at the skyline and sipping her morning coffee, Penny reflected on her life.  Despite her humble beginnings, she had worked hard, always learning.  She knew that knowledge had power and it would move her forward in life.

She was not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn’t poor either.  She had a comfortable home, most creature comforts her mother never had, like air conditioning and a washing machine….  Such simple things, to most of us, that were light years away for her mother.  She shook her head, marveling at the things most people take for granted.

Some people called her “Penny Pincher”, because even today, she was very frugal.  In her past she had to be.  Now it was just a way of life.

A thought occurred to her.  She had been on the phone with her brother David and had been reminiscing about their childhood.  That must have prompted the dream.

The road had been difficult.  From the shack in the NW woods, to migrant life on the road with her family; her life seemed like a movie or novel she had read rather than something she actually lived.

She stood, stretched and yawned.  She thought she would pour herself a 2nd  cup of coffee and just enjoy the morning.  Her cat, Otis wound his way around her legs as she fixed her coffee.  She picked him up and held him tight.  Penny looked into those amazing green eyes and said “Otis, you and I are very lucky indeed!”

Although not a religious person, Penny did believe in a Higher Power.  She took her coffee cup back out to the patio and set about giving thanks for the little wonders in her world.  Electricity, running water, a warm, comfortable home…..


Beautiful picture found on Unsplash by Aaron Burden



The Adventure of Moving With Pets

Moving can be quite the adventure.  It can either be a good experience or a bad one.

My pets seem to have mixed reviews about their new space.  My little dog, Rocket, is fine with it.  He’s enjoying all the new smells to investigate and a little yard that is all his to pee and poop in!  He is just happy to be there.


Rocket has a joyous attitude about everything in life.  He is just a very happy little guy.  There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t make me smile.

My cat, Otis, has a totally different attitude about the whole thing.  He stayed hidden during most of the first 2 days.  I had him snuggle up in bed with me, but he would wander off into another room and start yowling and hollering!  Maybe he felt lost.  I don’t know.

 Otis 2

Everything around these animals is new.  After the movers left, then the Charter guy showed up to hook up my internet.  After he left the guys delivered my washer & dryer.

So not only is my kitty in a new place but there are strangers here too!  A very frightening experience!

Otis’ litter box is in a new place.  His food has been moved.  The living room is twice the size of the last one, etc., etc.

Otis is an indoor kitty.  So his world is very small and I have just messed with EVERYTHING in his world!

With Otis hollering the 3 of us didn’t get a lot of sleep the first couple of nights in the new place.

The first thing I had to find was the dog and cat food and of course their treats!  The fact that I cannot function without coffee had to take a back seat to the pets’ needs.  So after the “kids” were settled in, THEN I could look for my coffee pot, filters and coffee.

The adventure continues….. Maybe tonight I’ll finally find the coffee cups!