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 →
Yesterday was one of "those" days, when who you try to be is tested nearly beyond your ability to persevere. I was scheduled for a cardiac MRI, and I was told the test would take an hour. I know that sometimes things happen and the time gets extended through nobody's fault, but yesterday, it took... Continue Reading →
At one of the churches I once attended, I was asked to be a mentor for young women who were part of the Women's Ministry. It required being a spiritual compass of sorts for new Christian women, helping them understand the Scriptures and how to live a life acceptable to God. I turned it down,... Continue Reading →
Forgive, not for their sake, but for your peace. Written for One-Liner Wednesdays from Linda G. Hill.
My surgery for the defibrillator was put off for a week, meaning that we will leave on our trip three days after I have outpatient surgery. But, no problem, it's not like we will be traveling by covered wagon, and I will not have a large incision, so I should be good, but prayers are... Continue Reading →
In elementary school, our teacher, Mrs. Geraldine Hawkins, introduced us to the poetry of Langston Hughes, James Weldon Johnson, and other black poets. The poems made us laugh, cry, reflect, and reminded us that we were identical to whites, all of us Americans. We were required to learn each poem line by line, reciting them... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit: Sandra Crook Walking across the old bridge, knowing it could fall at any time, I contemplated the choices and chances that alone are mine.To wait for the pain and suffering of today to surely pass,Or to say I have had enough, and this day will be my last.As I enjoyed the perpetual movement... Continue Reading →
As the three superheroes stood on the shelf, each contemplated which super power that humans have they wish they could acquire. The first one said, "I would like to be capable of building people up, encouraging them, rather than always being the one destroying things." The second stated, "To me, being able to love people,... Continue Reading →
Deep, bellowing voice, Croaking lovely in rhythm, Soothes my sad spirits. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Voices of Nature.
I am preparing mentally to have surgery again, but just replacing my pacemaker with one that includes a defibrillator. That will be at the end of the month, about ten days before we leave for Italy. So, I was trying to think of other things to keep my mind on something other than doctors and... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 