Give me a child who questions the world, One who asks why or how every hour. For that little one will go far in this life, Because their curiosity carries much power. Power to make the world a better place, Questioning how things have always been. Inquisitive minds seek to understand it all, As things... Continue Reading →
Writing for the first time for prompt challenge of page and line from The Haunted Wordsmith: Page 195, line 4 from any book. Write a story that includes the line. Marion, switching off the percolator and bringing two... Learning Curve, Catherine Aird Marion, switching off the percolator and bringing two cups of coffee to the... Continue Reading →
Answers to questions for Share your World from Sparks from a Combustible Mind for week of March 11, 2019. Very interesting questions. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? If you don’t think Heaven nor God exists, you might want answer by saying something... Continue Reading →
My mother told me that she was glad that I was not born in an earlier century, for I would have been publicly whipped for asking so many questions on gender equality. I wanted to know why the women cooked, but they were the last to eat. I questioned why I had to fix my... Continue Reading →
Lately, everything I write are from prompts. Even when I think that I will take a day off from the prompts, I find myself up at nearly midnight in a panic that I am going to miss writing on the words or photos of the day. I remember when I did not even know about... Continue Reading →
Photo by Johnathan Basquet at Unsplash.com Hurt badly, she drove. "Lord, I need a safe place. Please, give me a sign!" She nearly missed it. "This is It" flickered on as she came up to the exit! It led her to a hidden women's shelter. She entered and the sign went dark, awaiting the next... Continue Reading →
Her name was Pat, and she was my supervisor when I was hired in 1974 at the telephone company in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a hard task-master, determined to show that, as the first black woman given a supervisory position over white males, she was capable of doing the job. My complaint against her was... Continue Reading →
It was the 1970s, and dressing like a hippie was the "in" thing. That often meant experimenting with drugs. I left my hometown to live with my best friend. I was the epitome of the country bumpkin, looking to give up my monotonous life for one with more fun. My friend decided that I needed... Continue Reading →
Words that touch our souls and spirits, Sweet cotton candy words bringing smiles. Terms that alter our ideas about ourselves, Because they are truth, and they use no wiles. Expressions like unique, priceless, and lovely Come straight from our loved ones hearts, Making our self-confidence bloom like flowers, And our belief in ourselves never departs.... Continue Reading →
When people, especially children, make mistakes, they feel bad about themselves. It is the voice of love that reassures us that we are still good persons and worthy of love. Too often the voice of shame or the voice of derision is used, decimating people's confidence and their beliefs in their value and worth. Let... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 