Hiking at Sweetwater Creek State Park on Christmas Day, 2021 With my new hiking poles leading the way, I thrust my body down footpaths and up the lowest hills. I carefully shift from my left foot to my right foot with bated breath, For the way is fraught, and I do not want to take... Continue Reading →
I was born to be an audacious woman. As a child, I was taught that females couldn't be bold. I had to find the temerity to challenge the naysayers. It's a daily struggle in a sexist world to remain an audacious woman. Exploring life to reach my full potential is for me as necessary as... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit to Sarah Whiley Bending over to please people is hazardous to our health, For to yield to the desire to fit in leads to the ominous theft Of our self-esteem along with the small size of our aplomb, And we find ourselves acting against type with no qualms. The amazing zest that we... Continue Reading →
Snow turns into slush. White lines no longer blend in. Safe to drive again. When I saw the prompts, I automatically thought of the one winter in Illinois where I was terrified of driving, mainly because I couldn't see the street lines and when I braked, the car kept moving. We moved in the spring... Continue Reading →
Downtown in Alicante, Spain The plane makes its final approach! Looking at this place I will enjoy, My breath catches in my throat, As I feel the first strange sensation of joy! Written for the prompts from Lifelessons by Judy Dykstra-Brown: approach, looking, street, breath, strange.
Early birds get worms, But only by avidly Pursuing their prize. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #378: Avid and Worm.
Photo taken at the boardwalk in Hastings, Christ Church, Barbados on July 4, 2021 Lovely oases in faraway places, You are the spaces where beauty meets peace! I loved walking beside you each day, Feeling joy as my inner chaos tended to cease. Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #220 from Sammiscribbles: Oasis in 40 words.
We are not immune to repeating the mistakes of the past, Actions that maimed the spirit of a people and a nation. We cannot allow ourselves to become weary in well doing, And foist the hatreds of others on another generation. Voting is speech that the founding fathers failed to endow On their darker brothers... Continue Reading →
Love is written on their smiles. Written for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings. The prompt is Love. Welcome back, Shweta! You were missed!
A perfectly brewed cup of tea can’t fix everything. But, it came close one special night! I learned the nearly medicinal balm of a perfectly brewed cup of tea from the wonderful lady who owned the bed and breadfast where I stayed during my trip to London. Her name was Kathy, and she seemed to... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 