It often takes grit Not to quit when times get hard. We are courageous! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #300: grit and quit. Congratulations on this milestone!
Life isn't too bright now. But a new morning will come! The fight will be won! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Promt: Bright and Light.
Most spoke of the low but omnipresent rumble of water, or its dulcet lap against a hull, but that was not how he missed the sea. The doctor had said that one more season on the fishing boat would be his last, so he settled in at home. Although I loved him, he wasn't an... Continue Reading →
Between the coronavirus isolation, the level of pollen in the air and on everything outside, and starting to teach online tomorrow, I am feeling overwhelmed. I have had to learn Power Point all over again and a new app, Zoom, for teleconferrencing with students. I have invited my students to meet me twice a week... Continue Reading →
I have felt so disconnected from my neighbors, not even sure who lived in any of the houses around us. We tend to enter our garages and go straight into our houses. I kidded Douglas that one day, we would find that we had moved into a zombie enclave, and we would be a dinner... Continue Reading →
Photo from Pixabay for the Sunday Photo Fiction Looking through the fence, expecting to see you arrive. Your promises sounded so real that time around. Mama'd told me not to get my hopes up too high. But I couldn't believe that you would let me down. You didn't even call me after the last time,... Continue Reading →
Life was a muddle. No hope for a change to come. Then, your love saved me. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt #149 from Sammicribbles: Muddle om 16 words exactly.
Strolling down the streets of Paris years ago, I felt like I had walked those streets before. It was a weird feeling of deja vu like no other, But I'd never visited this place I so adored. The buildings seemed somehow very familiar, And I could find my way easily to every place. The electricity... Continue Reading →
Douglas still works part-time at the local home improvement store, and, even though he is in the at-risk age group, his managers insist he must come to work. Because I have a heart condition and I only have half a left lung, my husband decided that we should stay apart in the same house, to... Continue Reading →