Answering the questions from Sparks from a Combustible Mind for this week If confronted with a violent crime against a single individual in progress (severe beating, rape, assault) do you try to do something about it (phone authorities or confront the criminal, stop the crime) or do you figure it’s none of your business and... Continue Reading →
Image from Cryanny The dining room was a special place Where families met and conversed About their lives and dreams and hopes And sometimes discussed any hurts. Around the table they sat and felt Joy just being in each other's presence. Poppa asked each child about school, Because learning held such reverence. Those traditions are... Continue Reading →
I feel like three-year-old kid! I have an ear infection! For nearly a month, I have had a feeling of something in my ear, but no fever. I didn't think you could have a serious infection without a high fever! The last time I felt pressure in the ear, it was because I was clinching... Continue Reading →
It's like a fever! Girls being fierce and able. Don't stop the movement. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: fierce and fever.
The old belief that sticks and stones break bones But words will never hurt you is very wrong. For, feelings can be delicate affairs that often Fracture easily, for people's psyches are seldom strong. Indeed, feelings are carelessly hurt in endless ways, And the resulting scars can be difficult to overcome. Name-calling, fat- or thin-shaming,... Continue Reading →
I didn't attend my 50th high school reunion! My oldest daughter is upset and ashamed that I chose not to go, even after she offered to drive me and attend it with me. I couldn't get her to understand that it just wasn't important to me to be in the middle of a group of... Continue Reading →
Hiding in the closet, a book in her hands, Janie mentally escaped from the fighting and screaming of her parents. As a precocious five year old, she could disappear into far-away places when reading books, safe in their pages. The years passed, and she married and became the parent. Life was mildly sardonic, seemingly filled... Continue Reading →
A story written for Tale Weaver #240 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie prompt: Wading. Includes the September 2019 Writing Prompt from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Orbiting Halos. Frances had come to the Caribbean alone, still reeling from the sudden death of her best friend, Maya, who was supposed to share this island adventure with her.... Continue Reading →
Where did the years go? So much that never occurred. It's unreal that I'm in my sixties, My life seems to have passed in a blur. But I am thankful for memories Of events that I didn't miss. And I am still young enough To take a few more risks. Written for 50 Word Thursday... Continue Reading →
Answering The Daily Four Questions from Rory at A Guy Called Bloke for September 12, 2019. Have you ever been afraid of the dark? Yes, I still fear the dark at times! As a woman, I know that the dark can be dangerous for me, with evil people lurking, seeking to hurt others. I survived... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 