Her spirit moved her to walk on trembling feet to the table where the man sat alone. When he looked up, she saw the unshed tears, and she realized that he was as bereft of friends as she was. She wanted to tinker with his heart, to find ways to bring smiles to his face.... Continue Reading →
We are in the new house! To God be the glory! Every step of selling the old house and buying the new one went smoothly. We are finding our way around a new city, a very small one with less than 13,000 residents. This morning we attended a church nearby, and the warm and loving... Continue Reading →
Just like every Leo, she had to be the center of attention. Always in a crowd, Jennifer thought that the world revolved around her. She had been the one child her mother and father doted on, to the pain and suffering of her three brothers. Her parents had wanted a girl, and it had taken... Continue Reading →
I saw these seats in a park in Lebanon, Tennessee, and I liked the messages or symbols presented. Sharing through Pull Up a Seat by XingfuMama, August 2, 2019 Prompt.. Important today when truth is being assaulted from every side. So appropriate when you consider the source! Nothing says that dogs are welcome like a... Continue Reading →
Looking at the sky. Clouds moving slowly away. Let me hitch a ride! Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: clouds.
Douglas and I have spent the last six days in an extended-stay hotel. All of our worldly goods are packed in the biggest Penske truck, as we transition to new lives. Yesterday was his last day at work here, and he starts his new position at the same employer on Tuesday in our new home... Continue Reading →
How can one have antipathy For people they don't know? I cannot see. How can the color of one's skin Arouse such deep feelings within? How do we change it? Written for Sammiscribbles prompt for August 3: write poetry or prose on antipathy in exactly 30 words.
Photo by Ryan McGuire at Pixabay.com Charlie spent every minute that he wasn't in school fixing on that old VW. It had been his father's car. Getting it back on the road would be a tribute to his late father, who had loved spending time with Charlie, telling him stories of his escapades in the... Continue Reading →
Take pride in helping. Fight for the rights of others. Look beyond yourself. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Pride and Fight.
In just one week, our house is under contract! We close at the end of this month. So, next week, we are having a marathon of house searching in the areas outside of Atlanta, near enough to both families but far away for independence. The area in which we reside is in great demand, with... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 