Her name was Elle. She went to law school against her parents' wishes. They thought her legal dreams unrealistic, for she did not have the dog-eat-dog disposition that being a lawyer required. Her friends, the real ones who knew her on a soul level, understood that even though Elle was lovely on the outside, she... Continue Reading →
Photo by Ektulila@pexels.com Ashley's father had sent her to find his pipe in the den. As she looked everywhere for the pipe, she found a set of scrolls in boxes. When she pulled one out, she saw maps of some kind, with destinations that she had never seen on any atlas or globe. Taking them... Continue Reading →
My surgery for the defibrillator was put off for a week, meaning that we will leave on our trip three days after I have outpatient surgery. But, no problem, it's not like we will be traveling by covered wagon, and I will not have a large incision, so I should be good, but prayers are... Continue Reading →
photo by Suzy Hazelwood at Pexels.com He wrote, "Your love sustains me." I sent a letter every day he was at war. Returning, I kidded him if we would have anything to talk about. But, we always found words to say we loved each other. He passed last week. His letters sustain me in this... Continue Reading →
Closed my eyes and sighed. Violin strings plucked by hand. Music sweetly played. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku poetry Prompt Challenge: plucked and played.
Caitlin bought a ranch home in a new suburb just beyond the outskirts of Musgrave, the big city in her area. No one alerted her to the possibility of bears coming into her yard or even in her house, for she would have never considered a house where wild animals roamed, being so afraid of... Continue Reading →
Open windows fascinated Jared, and he'd had many wonderful adventures involving jumping or crawling out of windows. Considering that the door had slammed shut behind him and two of his friends, Caleb and Mark, the open widow was a welcome sight. The view of outside was more than enough for Jared to consider the window... Continue Reading →
I would much rather drink tea in the mornings,But, people seem to be disturbed by the request.They stand around wondering what to do,Trying to figure out how to honor my behest.This is America, not London, I am often toldBy friends who cannot find a single tea bag.I hurriedly tell them that I have my own... Continue Reading →
The pen wasn't worth anything, but Maddie pocketed it anyway. She did not mean to steal from others, but she had so little that belonged to her. Living in other people's homes, rather than with her parents, left Maddie feeling lonely and destitute of love and possessions. Stealing the assets of others, especially items she... Continue Reading →
In elementary school, our teacher, Mrs. Geraldine Hawkins, introduced us to the poetry of Langston Hughes, James Weldon Johnson, and other black poets. The poems made us laugh, cry, reflect, and reminded us that we were identical to whites, all of us Americans. We were required to learn each poem line by line, reciting them... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 