I feed my body every day, Often feeding too much to it. But, I've learned the hard way That I must also feed my spirit. Silence or just being very still, Listening to some sweet music, Whatever will quiet my tired soul Is what I use to feed my spirit. But most of all, I... Continue Reading →
It's difficult and painful to realize that you have been wearing a mask for a long time, not really being as authentic as you should have been. It does not matter if the mask was worn unintentionally; what matters is finding the courage to admit that you need to change and to be real in... Continue Reading →
His fake love was eventually revealed. Written for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #31 from My Random Ramblings. The prompt this week is Fake.
Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea. The doctor had said that one more season on the fishing boat would be his last, so he settled in at home. Although I loved him, he wasn't an... Continue Reading →
In spite of travel bans, closed borders, and lockdowns, And necessary isolation between you and me, I know I will see you again, my beautiful world, For life is resilient in its hope and continuity. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #150 from Sammiscribbles: Continuity in exactly 35 words.
Between the coronavirus isolation, the level of pollen in the air and on everything outside, and starting to teach online tomorrow, I am feeling overwhelmed. I have had to learn Power Point all over again and a new app, Zoom, for teleconferrencing with students. I have invited my students to meet me twice a week... Continue Reading →
Her enemy said he loved her. Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings: enemy.
A mum's love is better than gold, her caring heart is more precious than silver. Wishing all mothers in the United Kingdom a happy day. Be safe! Written for the Three Things Challenge #182 from Pensitivity 101: mum, love, and caring.
I have felt so disconnected from my neighbors, not even sure who lived in any of the houses around us. We tend to enter our garages and go straight into our houses. I kidded Douglas that one day, we would find that we had moved into a zombie enclave, and we would be a dinner... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pixabay for the Sunday Photo Fiction Looking through the fence, expecting to see you arrive. Your promises sounded so real that time around. Mama'd told me not to get my hopes up too high. But I couldn't believe that you would let me down. You didn't even call me after the last time,... Continue Reading →