Answering questions from SparksfromaCombustibleMind for February 11, 2019. I have not done so for a long time. So, here are the Valentine's Day edition. What is your favorite way to spend the weekend? Douglas and I gassing the car up and going on a long drive to a state park, one with hiking trails and... Continue Reading →
She always struck me as the epitome of good sense, a no-nonsense kind of person, and she was my favorite teacher when I was school age. She was tough, but fair in her grades and in her praise. So, I was surprised when she adopted the black grimalkin that she found hiding among the billowy... Continue Reading →
I wrote a story about a special teacher this weekend, and in doing so, I realized that I did not leave the after-effects of those days behind me. So much of what occurred that fourth-grade year impacts how I act today. For example, my greatest fear is not drowning or falling off a cliff, but... Continue Reading →
There is no rhyme or reason, I know, To my love of gadgets, big and small. No matter the costs of the bells and whistles, I will not rest until I have bought them all. BBQ grills with the kitchen sink attached, And electric lawnmowers that need no gas. Planters that water themselves during the... Continue Reading →
I am not impressed By what you say you can do. Show me the results. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge, February 11, 2019: do and say.
People ask me what kind of person I am, meaning do I see the glass as half-full or half-empty? I tell them that I am just thankful to have a glass with something in it. I have come to understand that how we view what we have in this life is all about the perspective.... Continue Reading →
Not many people would consider a comb and brush set as the tools of a superhero, but they were for me. I was in the fourth grade, all of nine years old, and my mother worked through the night, never home when my sister and I left for school. We had to get dressed by... Continue Reading →
Truly, one of the marvels of blogging is the sheer numbers of blogs available. Seeing how many was enough at first to make me wonder if I had anything to add to the collective wisdom. But, I quickly understood why each blog is valuable and important, and that is because no one can tell our... Continue Reading →
After ten hours on a plane, all Jonathan wanted was real nutrition, food that had not been processed within inches of its life. The long road to his home was a twisting snake with no visible end, and his appetite grew with every mile. Just as he pulled into his garage, he remembered hearing of... Continue Reading →
Daily, I savored the beauty of the far horizon, Where the ocean, moon, and the sky became one. I knew that beyond it, a sanctuary waited for me, A place where my hopes and dreams would be born. My weary soul sought a quiet, sacred resting place, Where the wisdom of the ages could be... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 