My feet were held to the fire, By someone I thought I could trust. When I could no longer bear the pain, I knew my life I needed to adjust. So, I called out to my Creator, Lord, this is not the love I sought. He answered and saved my life, For by His blood... Continue Reading →
My oldest son, Kenneth, obsesses over the Philadelphia Eagles, although he has never been near Pennsylvania. Believe me, there is no other word that fits his love for this team. Maybe it's their green color scheme or a fascination with eagles. He has a whole wardrobe of Eagles gear, including watches, jackets, hats, jerseys, and... Continue Reading →
The struggles you have endured attest to the granite in your soul! Written for One Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill.
Heart heavy with pain. Sadness ushers in the night Morning will soon come. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: sadness.
I just became aware that it is World Suicide Prevention Day, 2019. And although I have written several posts already, I felt compelled to write this one today, as people may just be hearing of it or someone may find peace in my story, enough to keep them on this side of the living. It... Continue Reading →
I have school loan debt. I had missed work for months because of my left lung collapsing three times, so I borrowed money to finish my doctorate. I started repaying the loan six months after I graduated with a PhD and found a teaching position. That was 13 years ago, minus about five months when... Continue Reading →
Love so pure and good. Flow into our pain-filled souls. Finally serene!
Monet, Manet, Van Gogh, Kahlo, and O'Keeffe, Like a candy store filled with sweets, where do I start? Oh, if only they would allow me to rent an Airbnb In some of the wondrous museums filled with fervid art! I would linger for hours and days in front of masterpieces, Trying to understand all that... Continue Reading →
One of the features of our new Georgia home that I most disliked and wanted to change was the kitchen range. The burners where you sit the pots and pans were blackened badly and seemed unsalvageable. I tried to talk Douglas into a nice new gas stove, but, of course, it was a huge expense,... Continue Reading →
“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout.” Robin read those words and thought that they were the appropriate ones for her epitaph. She had never learned to be organized, to have a place for everything and everything in its place. Her mother, Kathryn, tried to instill on... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 