When Delia was about age 14, her mother and aunt decided she needed to wear makeup, if she were going to attract a young fellow. They powdered her face, applied rouge, and the reddest lipstick ever produced. Looking in the mirror afterwards, Delia hated the face staring back at her, for it was not someone... Continue Reading →
Answers for the questions for this week's Share Your World Challenge from Sparks from a Combustible Mind. What social stigma does society need to get over already? There are two stigmas that I believe need to stop, to protect women and men. First is the stigma of women who are experiencing domestic violence. The phrase,... Continue Reading →
Watching waves tumble. Don't tinker with perfection. God creates order. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: tumble and tinker.
https://sundayphotofictioner.files.wordpress.com/2019/05/spf-10-28-8-fandango-4.jpeg?w=1440 Photo credit: Fandango As Ginny walked the red-berries covered path to her dead mother's old house on Mother's Day, she hoped to learn something about her mother. She found a picture of her mother as a cheerleader! How beautiful she was and so full of life! What had turned this vivacious young woman into... Continue Reading →
Jonathan was angry with his mother. At age 16, she had denied his request for a motorcycle. He thought, "How dare she tell me no! Nobody tells me that I cannot have what I want!" His mother hated that he was angry, but she knew that denial is valuable for people. Getting everything one wants... Continue Reading →
We are here! A little worse for wear, but preparing to have a great time, with pictures added each day, hopefully. I had surgery last Tuesday to place a new pacemaker with defibrillator that required me to stay a night in the hospital, because I was slow to overcome the anesthesia. Still, the doctor said... Continue Reading →
She was the subject of many fables. They named her Anne of Gruesome Gables. She didn't suffer fools and other bores, So, they said she was nasty to her core. But, I submit that she was misunderstood By those too lazy to do what she would. She worked hard and did her work right, Making... Continue Reading →
The tall pines on the hill poked at the clouds, A battle centuries old which always brings delight. On this May morning, I sit quietly on the porch, Admiring nature's waltz in the shimmering light. It speaks of a force that's invisible to our eyes, One that causes the trees to continue to stand Through... Continue Reading →
My feet meanders through fields, Following my soul as it takes flight. They take me to unknown places Where I find peace in morning's light. To walk down new unfamiliar roads, Paths that have went unexplored, Fills me with immeasurable joy, Bringing me closer to the Lord. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #104 from... Continue Reading →
The logic of grass has always escaped me, To grow something that needs to be cut. You work all week, living for the weekend, Only to be caught in the same old rut. Lawnmowers, leaf blowers, and edge trimmers, Working hard from dusk until time for bed. I'd rather have a dragon just blow fire... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 
