“You have to stop and get milk first. We’re out of milk.” He raised an eyebrow at me. Both of mine shot up in response. He tried to stare me down. Either he didn’t know me as well as I’d thought, or he was ignoring an integral facet of my nature. I am the Queen of Stare Downs. Twelve years as a mother hardens you and gives you superpowers of Guilt and Shame. -Nicole Hamlett, Rifts

Fiction Writing Prompt: Include the power of a mom’s stare in your story or scene.

Journaling Prompt: Write about a special look your mom used on you.

Art Prompt: A mom’s stare

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell a humorous story about your mom’s stare.

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