What a title, I know! But, Douglas and I were talking as I read my Bible this morning. He was bent over a little, which signals a backache or painful joints. I kidded him that insisting on spending much of the day in the king cave, also known as the beasement, meant that his 70-year-old... Continue Reading →
Pick three words to describe this past year. (please keep them PG. Thanks). Disappointing, maddening, inspiring. What were the best books you read this year? Or the best movie you saw? This is My Story: Testimonies and Sermons of Black Woman in Ministry, edited by Cleophus J. LaRue. I needed to read of other black... Continue Reading →
An awful year ends. Dreams were deferred, but not lost. Hold on to your faith! Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie. The prompt is End of Year.
Image by Google Photo Frame Her picture adorns the mural in her old neighborhood, Where every day is one of struggle just to survive. This incredible young woman gave so much of herself To the others while she was vibrant and alive. She didn't do for the least of her neighbors For accolades like having... Continue Reading →
I never learned to ride a bicycle, And it didn't much matter all this time. But I think I want to try it now, Seeing cyclists who are past their prime. I want to learn to ride a recumbent bike, The kind that is long and low to the ground. It seems to me that... Continue Reading →
I went overboard this weekend on an order from Pizza Hut. I had crazed pizza and chicken wings for weeks. To Douglas, these food desires are wants, but I remember once when I craved and ate the ice in the freezer all day long that a doctor told me that cravings are the body's way... Continue Reading →
Photo by Annija Veldre What's next in life when you've lived beyond your dreams? I've been to places I could never have imagined as a little girl? I've gathered the momentos of each impossible adventure, And carry them in my heart as if I hold in my hands the world. Looking back at the poverty... Continue Reading →
Image Credit fro Rhaul Alva @Unsplash What a wondrous gift! Dogs see our value and worth. Their love revives us! Written for What Do You See #62 from Keep It Alive.
Bound by oppression. Unable to sway racists. I am human, too! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #338: Bound and Sway.