I didn't attend my 50th high school reunion! My oldest daughter is upset and ashamed that I chose not to go, even after she offered to drive me and attend it with me. I couldn't get her to understand that it just wasn't important to me to be in the middle of a group of... Continue Reading →
Hiding in the closet, a book in her hands, Janie mentally escaped from the fighting and screaming of her parents. As a precocious five year old, she could disappear into far-away places when reading books, safe in their pages. The years passed, and she married and became the parent. Life was mildly sardonic, seemingly filled... Continue Reading →
A story written for Tale Weaver #240 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie prompt: Wading. Includes the September 2019 Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Orbiting Halos. Frances had come to the Caribbean alone, still reeling from the sudden death of her best friend, Maya, who was supposed to share this island adventure with her.... Continue Reading →
Where did the years go? So much that never occurred. It's unreal that I'm in my sixties, My life seems to have passed in a blur. But I am thankful for memories Of events that I didn't miss. And I am still young enough To take a few more risks. Written for 50 Word Thursday... Continue Reading →
Answering The Daily Four Questions from Rory at A Guy Called Bloke for September 12, 2019. Have you ever been afraid of the dark? Yes, I still fear the dark at times! As a woman, I know that the dark can be dangerous for me, with evil people lurking, seeking to hurt others. I survived... Continue Reading →
My feet were held to the fire, By someone I thought I could trust. When I could no longer bear the pain, I knew my life I needed to adjust. So, I called out to my Creator, Lord, this is not the love I sought. He answered and saved my life, For by His blood... Continue Reading →
My oldest son, Kenneth, obsesses over the Philadelphia Eagles, although he has never been near Pennsylvania. Believe me, there is no other word that fits his love for this team. Maybe it's their green color scheme or a fascination with eagles. He has a whole wardrobe of Eagles gear, including watches, jackets, hats, jerseys, and... Continue Reading →
Written in response to challenge from Patricia's Place, In Other Words, a poem or prose of 5 lines or less, using the picture and/or the word spy as inspiration. Looking through the bushes to the other side, I spot a lovely chameleon, cute to my wandering eyes. I wonder if she'd be interested in plain... Continue Reading →
The struggles you have endured attest to the granite in your soul! Written for One Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill.
He was my Uncle Jack, but he was greedy beyond belief. He had been a great drummer, destined to play with a traveling rock band. But, his inability to know when he was satisfied, caused him to get so big that he couldn't fit behind the drums. Even having to give up his dreams didn't... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 