Surely the color of our lipstick should be a private matter. But be careful if your shade to wear is a wonderful bright red. It’s like a neon sign that announces your most erotic desires, And the more generous the layer, the more hate you must dread. The negative talk about women’s bad reputations seems... Continue Reading →
No One Tells You How Painful It Is to Attend a Dying Church
It's like living Groundhog Day every Sunday, as fewer people attend each time. Each week, more friends and Sunday School members are gone. You keep asking if they are sick or on vacation, only to be told that they have chosen to attend another church. It's like I am attending the same funeral every week, and... Continue Reading →
Taking a Risk for Love is Always Worth It: Three Things Challenge
Caleb believes his jet to Spain may never leave, and his first journey abroad might be jinxed. The solution to his stress and frustration could be going home, as 76 might be too old to start traveling. But he has already allowed his fears of heights and planes to prevent him from going to France... Continue Reading →
Love’s Sweetness: Weekend Writing Prompt
Rodin's "The Kiss," Rodin Museum, Paris, 2024 Love is a journey so sweet. It blooms when honor is present. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #450 from Sammi Cox: Sweet in 12 words exactly. The Fandango One Word Challenge prompt is Honor. Ragtag Daily Prompt is Bloom. Copyright ©All posts on my blog, Help... Continue Reading →
A Black Doll in a Blue Gown Helped Me Believe I Was Beautiful, Too
One of the few Christmases I remember in my youth was the last one before my mother moved to New York to look for work. I must have been about 6 or 7. I had only seen white dolls, but my sister and I awoke to find two beautiful Black dolls, dressed as though they... Continue Reading →
The Oldest Make the Rules: Can You Tell A Story In
Here’s a brief synopsis of our swamp, Where the octogenarians rule in this clinic for seniors. Wearing bargain dungarees, they insist on noodles, But we seventy-somethings want rice but have no interveners. Day after day, we eat food we hate, All because the others were born first. But in ten years, we’ll be the oldest,... Continue Reading →
As the Matriarch, My Mission is Encouragement and Faith Building
I am stunned to know that I am now the oldest generation of my family. When I was younger, I liked sitting beside or on the lap of the older women and listening to them gossip about their children and neighbors, while passing along to me, maybe unknowingly, behaviors that were unacceptable or unglodly. I... Continue Reading →
I Love Snow: I Don’t Want to Drive In It!
I loved to be sitting near the great big front window, Watching the snow fall and covering the gates and trees. There was a peacefulness in it that healed my soul, But I didn’t think of having to drive in it gleefully. I knew that we had to go to work the next day in... Continue Reading →
Don’t Let the Cover Fool You: Laughing Along With A Limerick
There was once a girl named Pearl. She was admired for her many beautiful curls. All the males wanted to date her, But she always sped by them in a blur, For she was a conceited and shameless churl. Written for Laughing Along With A Limerick by Esther Chilton. The prompt is Curl. Copyright ©All... Continue Reading →
The Past Warns Us that Our Future is Either Looking Good or Grim
When we think about what we would like to accomplish in life, we use the past as a barometer of what is possible for us to achieve. It may be a parent's past revealed many times over, until you hope never to hear it again, that reminds you that if they could survive the bad... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 