Flower of the Day Challenge, December 10, 2018

I was enthralled by the long line of yellow flowers. It looked like a carpet. The yellow is vibrant and rich in color, making the scene breath-taking to behold. A Yellow Carpet Ride Posted for Cee's Photography Flower of the Day Challenge, December 10, 2018

The Necessity of Life’s Idiosyncrasies

I have a habit of looking out of the bedroom window when I first get up, reassuring myself that everything is  as expected in my part of the world. I  have started to feel a sense of safety in the sameness of my surroundings. Then something special happened today that reminded me that unexpected moments,... Continue Reading →

When You Want to Help, But Don’t Know How

I have a dream in which one of my best friends is free from a bad relationship. Recently, she was released from a rehabilitation center after nearly six weeks, and she could not wait to get home. Indeed, she was running a fever on the day she was to go home, and she begged the... Continue Reading →

Flower of the Day Challenge, December 9, 2018

I loved this lone bloom. It seemed to be holding on to the very last. Sometimes, that's what we feel like when troubles come. With faith, we persevere unto our change comes. Holding On! Posted for the Flower of the Day Challenge from Cee's Photography.

A Train Ride Home: Friday Fictioneers

I sat listening to the sound of the train as it moved down the tracks, taking me closer to the place that I swore to never return. The clickety-clack of the train sends me into a trance, as I think back to the last time I was on a train, escaping from a place I... Continue Reading →

Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces

Traveling across water, it seems to me to separate the world into different peoples. But when I touch down on land, I am amazed at the smiles that so often greet me. I find that our shared humanity will always connect us in wonderful ways. Written for the Saturday Mix: Opposing Forces from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie:... Continue Reading →

Jazz and Christmas Music: It Was Swinging!

Last night I went to Symphony Hall in Nashville for the first time since moving nearby. I love the symphony, but it is a chore to drive in Nashville, for it is growing like weeds, and the traffic is horrendous. Although we could lightly afford the $100 price tag for the seat I chose near... Continue Reading →

Sharing Means I See You: Tale Weaver #200

My sister and I spent part of our childhood sharing a home with my mother's youngest sister and her three children. When my aunt would give candy or juice to her children, she would not share any with us.  It was as if she did not see us or we had somehow became invisible in... Continue Reading →

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