Posted in response to the One Word Sunday Challenge from Travel with Intent. The prompt is Empty. Etowah Native American Mounds, Georgia Empty remains of a once-thriving Mill. An Empty House is always sad to see.
One Word Sunday Prompt: Empty
Sunday Poser #16
As a double survivor of domestic violence, I hate confrontations and arguments. Therefore, writing is better for me, whether it is a love note or criticism on a student's work. I learned as a college professor that criticism is better received when written down than when spoken. Writing on an essay what needed to be... Continue Reading →
Hair Don’t Make the Man: Tale Weaver #315
Although his head had lost its hair, I was so proud of the man he portrayed. The cancer that caused him to go bald Couldn't alter him into someone staid. As he listened to the awful diagnosis, He was glad that the doctor didn't deceive About the very real difficulties that he faced. He asked... Continue Reading →
Mediocrity Should Never Be Accepted or Desired: Sunday Writing Prompt
I was so aghast to learn that for some people Mediocrity is not only acceptable, but desired. The student who told me that he just needed a D Made me wonder what in his life had transpired. How does someone come to want so little out of life? What leaves someone unmotivated to give their... Continue Reading →
Trying to Overcome Weight Loss Fatigue
After about ten months, I am feeling tired of struggling to get to an ideal weight. I knew that losing weight wasn't a walk in the park, but the constant vigilance over what to eat and how much to eat is a source of great anxiety that tends to send me into emotional eating of... Continue Reading →
The Call of the Wild Soothes Me: Weekend Writing Prompt #197
From ebird.org The call of the birds in the trees Causes me to look up in jealousy. Their colorful breasts like winter clothes Warms them, as they sing their melodies. I'm granted the opportunity to listen And be soothed by this chance encounter. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #197 from Sammiscribbles: Call in 41... Continue Reading →
Resting in His Peaefulness: Sunday Devotion
Mark 4:37-38 But soon a fierce storm came up. High waves were breaking into the boat, and it began to fill with water. Jesus was sleeping at the back of the boat with his head on a cushion. The disciples woke him up, shouting, “Teacher, don’t you care that we’re going to drown?” I can... Continue Reading →
Sharing Spaces: Pull Up A Seat Photo Challenge, Week 7
Sweetwater Creek State Park, Georgia These four seats together reminded me of the time when we could meet together and sit and shoot the breeze with loved one. They seem to be at least six feet apart, which means we still possibly could! I loved just the thought of that happening. Posted for the Pull... Continue Reading →
Fully Vaccinated: Hoping for Freedom!
Douglas and I took our second dose of the Pfizer Covid vaccine today. So far, we are both feeling alright. We learned that it will take about another two to three weeks for the full effectiveness of the vaccine, and that we must continue to wear masks and social distance. Douglas has declared March 1... Continue Reading →
Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #106
Photo from Google Home Photo Frame The exalted mountains smile at the hopeful scene below them! Robust bisons now fill the valleys where once roamed their dead kin. No invoice was given to Mother Earth for the land sale or her losses, But, nature, in her sprightliness, endures despite the greed of men. Written for... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 