We are in Paris! However, when we awoke on Monday to fly here, Douglas had a runny nose. Now, it is a full blown cold, but not Covid, thankfully. The pharmacist prescribed nasal spray and aspirin for fever. Douglas just went back for cough syrup, so our first two days have been spent in the... Continue Reading →
Douglas at age 72 riding a electric bike around the island of Barbados with his son Brandon. This week, Douglas and I will venture to Europe to see children and grandchildren who are living in Portugal. I haven't been on a plane since 2021, when we visited Barbados to see the same kids and grandkids... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit: Alisa Dyson@ Pixabay They placed him in my arms, and I immediately knew Nothing would ever reduce my love for that child. I held him with sturdy hands, for to me, he was royalty. And my black knight, majestic in his brown skin, just smiled. On Mother's Day each year, I try to... Continue Reading →
Watching the boats sail. Smiling at kids with their pails. I find contentment. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #462: Pail and Sail. So looking forward to five weeks in Europe, including three weeks in Porto, Portugal in an apartment right on the beach!
Photo Credit: Yi Wei @ Unsplash His wife believed herself prescient, Choosing a helmet for his head. She'd rather see his long hair cropped, Than to mourn him when he is dead. While he opted to wear the helmet, It makes him feel less than a man. But as the cars rush past the bicycle... Continue Reading →
Long past the summer of her life, With hands thickened by the constant water trips, The grandmother still carries the filled buckets Around her sturdy neck, never letting them slip. It is not sporadic work, for it's a daily necessity. So, she does the hard work once done by beasts. The rich who partake of... Continue Reading →
Picture by Kev at Unsplash I saw one lone star. I wished joy for the nation. Let me start the wave. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Lone and Star.
2 Kings 22:3-7 In the eighteenth year of his reign, King Josiah sent the secretary, Shaphan son of Azaliah, the son of Meshullam, to the temple of the Lord. He said: “Go up to Hilkiah the high priest and have him get ready the money that has been brought into the temple of the Lord, which the doorkeepers have... Continue Reading →
Image Credit: Noah Buscher@ Unsplash Alone on the precipice, looking down in fear at the ripple marks on the rocks, I wanted to reach for the rescue represented by the outstretched hand. But trusting others is a challenge for me and has been so since childhood, When I suffered so horribly from ugly conquests that... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptDescribe a risk you took that you do not regret.View all responses Three years after becoming the legal guardian for my two nieces and nephews, I couldn't find work in my hometown. I had to borrow milk for my infant son because my husband had given up on the marriage. I felt like... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 