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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 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 →
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 →
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 →
Paris, France, June 5, 2023 It is the miraculous, seemingly impossible moments of God's pure grace that change our lives and grow our faith to endure future trials and tribulations. Rev. Dr. Regina Davis-Sowers, Isaiah 46 Ministries Written for One-Liner Wednesday, 12-31-2025. I am a bit late, but my husband's survival of a hospital stay... Continue Reading →
Psalm 27:1-3 The Lord is my light and my salvation; Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life; Of whom shall I be afraid? 2 When the wicked came against me to eat up my flesh, my enemies and foes, they stumbled and fell. 3 Though an army may encamp against me, my heart shall not fear; though war may rise... Continue Reading →
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