I took this picture in Portugal at some Roman ruins. I liked the way that the trees had survived much wind and storms, leaning but not broken. Sometimes that how we feel after a time of troubles. Posted for Becca's Sunday Trees #380, February 24, 2019.
I was listening to a song named Loved Heals, and it struck me just how true that has been in my life. Mothers and fathers who live in poverty-stricken areas do not love their children any less than middle-class and wealthy parents. But, the hardships and violence of poverty often takes a psychological as well... Continue Reading →
Another child enters the world, Made in the image of God. One of a kind, unique, and priceless, The little one needs much love, Heaven assigned the task to me. Each day I nurture and adore, Relishing the hard work and the joy. Acrostic Poem written for Saturday Mix, Lucky Dip, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, February... Continue Reading →
The line between love and hate isn't as indistinct as people think. Love builds up; hate tears down. Written for the Weekend Writing prompt from Sammiscribbles for February 23, 2019. Write a flash fiction, poem, or anything you like in only 18 words from the prompt:Indistinct.
Wonderful secluded beach in Portimao, Portugal Dreaming of Wading in the Water Posted for the Friendly Friday Photo Challenge, February 22, 2019, hosted this week by The Snow Melts Somewhere. The prompt is Dreamy.
Marie knew that her friend was going to complain about the artificial roses. Sure enough, Bernice said, "Marie, why don't you throw those old flowers away! Put some fresh roses on the table!" Marie responded, "Bernice, those were the roses that Stan gave me on our first wedding anniversary. He told me that someday he... Continue Reading →
Marjorie never attended the Renaissance Fair, not interested in the goings-on of medieval times. But, today, her friend, Charlotte, talked her into attending, declaring that she had to hear this new young troubadour with the beautiful singing voice. To stop Charlotte's harassment, she finally agreed, laughing at her friend's intensity. She had to admit that... Continue Reading →
Jan and Carol have grown accustomed to the stares they engender when together in public. They understand why people are confused. They are opposites in many ways. Jan is more liberal in her ideology, while Carol is more conservative. Jan votes Democratic and Carol votes Republican. People wonder how can they still be such great... Continue Reading →
Howbeit, Lila loved the bouquet of yellow roses, it was the card accompanying it that gave her reason to pause and reflect. On it, Joel had written one question: Are you ready to be loved again? Normally intrepid and undaunted by others' opinions of her actions, her three children were unanimous in their objections to... Continue Reading →
Survived violence, Life with hurricane-strength winds. Found a safe harbor. Posted for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 20, 2019: Hurricane.
Help from Heaven 