It often takes grit Not to quit when times get hard. We are courageous! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #300: grit and quit. Congratulations on this milestone!
We Can Do This!
Waiting for Morning to Come!
Life isn't too bright now. But a new morning will come! The fight will be won! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Promt: Bright and Light.
The Pain of Fake Love: Saturday Six Word Story Prompt
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.
Becoming One With The Sea
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 →
Ridiculous Faith or a Radical Optimist?
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.
Good Golly, Miss Molly!
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 →
Beware of the Charm: Saturday Six Word Story Prompt
Her enemy said he loved her. Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings: enemy.
Happy Mother's Day, United Kingdom!
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.
Connecting with My Neighbors: They Aren't Zombies After All
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 →
