Fandango's Friday Flashback asks us to expose newer readers to earlier posts that they might not have seen from the same day years ago. I have only been posting two years, so I went back to September, 2017, when I was first started this blog. This was the closest to September 13th I could get.... Continue Reading →
A story written for Tale Weaver #240 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie prompt: Wading. Includes the September 2019 Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Orbiting Halos. Frances had come to the Caribbean alone, still reeling from the sudden death of her best friend, Maya, who was supposed to share this island adventure with her.... Continue Reading →
Where did the years go? So much that never occurred. It's unreal that I'm in my sixties, My life seems to have passed in a blur. But I am thankful for memories Of events that I didn't miss. And I am still young enough To take a few more risks. Written for 50 Word Thursday... Continue Reading →
Answering The Daily Four Questions from Rory at A Guy Called Bloke for September 12, 2019. Have you ever been afraid of the dark? Yes, I still fear the dark at times! As a woman, I know that the dark can be dangerous for me, with evil people lurking, seeking to hurt others. I survived... Continue Reading →
My feet were held to the fire, By someone I thought I could trust. When I could no longer bear the pain, I knew my life I needed to adjust. So, I called out to my Creator, Lord, this is not the love I sought. He answered and saved my life, For by His blood... Continue Reading →
My oldest son, Kenneth, obsesses over the Philadelphia Eagles, although he has never been near Pennsylvania. Believe me, there is no other word that fits his love for this team. Maybe it's their green color scheme or a fascination with eagles. He has a whole wardrobe of Eagles gear, including watches, jackets, hats, jerseys, and... Continue Reading →
Written in response to challenge from Patricia's Place, In Other Words, a poem or prose of 5 lines or less, using the picture and/or the word spy as inspiration. Looking through the bushes to the other side, I spot a lovely chameleon, cute to my wandering eyes. I wonder if she'd be interested in plain... Continue Reading →
The struggles you have endured attest to the granite in your soul! Written for One Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill.
He was my Uncle Jack, but he was greedy beyond belief. He had been a great drummer, destined to play with a traveling rock band. But, his inability to know when he was satisfied, caused him to get so big that he couldn't fit behind the drums. Even having to give up his dreams didn't... Continue Reading →
My old computer was so slow that many days, I just didn't want to fool with it. Everything I tried to open took so long that they timed out. It took me hours to write more than one blog post. I knew that my last nerve had been stretched beyond hope when I prepared to... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 