She always struck me as the epitome of good sense, a no-nonsense kind of person, and she was my favorite teacher when I was school age. She was tough, but fair in her grades and in her praise. So, I was surprised when she adopted the black grimalkin that she found hiding among the billowy... Continue Reading →
I wrote a story about a special teacher this weekend, and in doing so, I realized that I did not leave the after-effects of those days behind me. So much of what occurred that fourth-grade year impacts how I act today. For example, my greatest fear is not drowning or falling off a cliff, but... Continue Reading →
People ask me what kind of person I am, meaning do I see the glass as half-full or half-empty? I tell them that I am just thankful to have a glass with something in it. I have come to understand that how we view what we have in this life is all about the perspective.... Continue Reading →
Not many people would consider a comb and brush set as the tools of a superhero, but they were for me. I was in the fourth grade, all of nine years old, and my mother worked through the night, never home when my sister and I left for school. We had to get dressed by... Continue Reading →
Daily, I savored the beauty of the far horizon, Where the ocean, moon, and the sky became one. I knew that beyond it, a sanctuary waited for me, A place where my hopes and dreams would be born. My weary soul sought a quiet, sacred resting place, Where the wisdom of the ages could be... Continue Reading →
Silence found The colorful sky at sunset-- Cicadas sing Peace floods into my tired soul, Another day ends in joy. Written to complete the Tan Renga for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, February 6, 2019: Sundown. Add two stanzas to three first 3 lines, only 14 syllables.
When your life seems out of control, And everything feels helter-shelter, It's hard to believe that the truth That everything will soon get better. When the clouds seem so deep, It's like living under a shroud, That's when you need to remember: The sun always shines above the clouds. Every storm comes to an end,... Continue Reading →
I wrote a post like Saturday for the Friday Fictioneers for December 7, and I did not pay attention to the word limitations. I have written for this challenge before, but for some reason, I just looked at the photo prompt, without checking the directions for the number of words allowed. It was my mistake,... Continue Reading →
I have a habit of looking out of the bedroom window when I first get up, reassuring myself that everything is as expected in my part of the world. I have started to feel a sense of safety in the sameness of my surroundings. Then something special happened today that reminded me that unexpected moments,... Continue Reading →
Drinking from the Cup of Adversity is hard. Learning is the goal. Written for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #231: Cup and goal.
Help from Heaven 