The idea that we will be forgotten when we die haunts everyone at some time or another. And just possibly one other aspect of life haunts us: never being the object of someone's undying love. Yesterday, as we walked on a section of the Silver Comet Trail near Rockmart, Georgia, I found evidence of love... Continue Reading →
Standing in the doorway, Unable to decide what to do. Do I stay in my safe confines, Or should I try something new? I want to hug the familiar spaces, Alone with only my thoughts. The outside world does intrigue me, But its pull on me I have fought. Yet, I think of the places... Continue Reading →
October is National Domestic Violence Awareness Month! How I wish we didn't need this special time of remembrance and revelation, but we must continue to remind people of the devastation that domestic violence brings into the lives of its victims, a form of Hell that destroys and kills. I wrote this poem in honor of... Continue Reading →
A pewter cage she created out of her broken parts, So that no one could ever again rend her fragile heart. Neither strangers, family, nor a few old friends Were welcomed in her life up until the very end. Not even God in whom she had once believed Was allowed in her world, for she... Continue Reading →
My husband, Douglas, is frugal. That is a great way of saying that he is cheap. He will not pay full price for anything, even, to my utter embarrassment, haggling with people at garage sales! So, it is no surprise that he loves a sale. The problem is that he buys so many things on... Continue Reading →
Julia sat in the lobby of the hotel, feeling lost and alone among the many people passing through the lobby. Her anger had gotten the better of her again, and last evening, she had raved and ranted at her husband of ten years, Charles, who had simply told her that he was too tired to... Continue Reading →
I don't profess to being a gourmand of fast food. It serves a purpose when I am away from home and need the convenience. But, I will admit that from the first time I tasted a Whopper at Burger King in the 1960s, I was in love. The times I could afford one were few... Continue Reading →
According to the words in the Bible, The womb is where our life callings originate, Before we were formed in our mother’s wombs, God had set us apart and determined our fate. The passion for teaching consumed me early, As young as age eleven or, maybe, I was twelve. I would gather my cousins on... Continue Reading →
I heard him before I saw him, and, even after 50 years, I knew that this night would not be as conflict free as I had hoped. He had been the king of trash talk at our high school, always calling people ugly names, trying to be seen as tough. But, I had learned in... Continue Reading →
Stormy weather days. Seems like sunny days won't come. But storms always pass. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: stormy weather.
Help from Heaven 