Photo by Ryan McGuire at Pixabay.com Charlie spent every minute that he wasn't in school fixing on that old VW. It had been his father's car. Getting it back on the road would be a tribute to his late father, who had loved spending time with Charlie, telling him stories of his escapades in the... Continue Reading →
Take pride in helping. Fight for the rights of others. Look beyond yourself. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Pride and Fight.
In just one week, our house is under contract! We close at the end of this month. So, next week, we are having a marathon of house searching in the areas outside of Atlanta, near enough to both families but far away for independence. The area in which we reside is in great demand, with... Continue Reading →
Red hunk of sweetness. Caterwaul echoes of joy. Mouths covered with juice. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Summer love. Also July Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: caterwaul echoes. I loved the few times we could afford watermelon. We ate it right to the core, trying not to... Continue Reading →
Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, June 26, 2019: sun bathing. As a black person, I have always wondered about the efficacy of becoming brown in such a painful way, especially when I see people who look like lobsters afterwards. Basking in the sun. Skin turning brown painfully. Why, is my question?
Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: strange and super. It is a strange thing. A superpower of moms. Love never-ending.
Douglas and I have cleaned, decluttered, and made the house as palatable as possible. The place is cleaner than it has been in four years. The problem is trying to live in it while keeping it presentable. An additional problem is that I'm in the time of life when my memory isn't as good as... Continue Reading →
Photo by Nathan Dumlao at Unsplash.com Being height-challenged, John struggled to see the clowns walking in the parade below. So he stuck his head through the balustrade spindles, to get a better look! How beautiful was all of the colors and the smiles of the clowns! He was so happy that he had not miss... Continue Reading →
On top of the pile was the answer to everything. Frozen, canned, and prepackaged foods made my life so much easier. I was not born with the ability to cook, but I had been given the blessing of raising five children. This combination of an inability to boil water and kids who like to eat... Continue Reading →
