I will tell you upfront that this is one of the kooky posts, generated by questions about life that seem to nettle my mind and will not let go. Chalk it up to my trying to find my cadence for writing again. The question today concerns why so many new cozy mysteries have women who... Continue Reading →
Photo by WikiImages at Pixabay.com When I told Mama that some day I would walk in space, she said, "People like "us" don't go far in this life." But, I learned that poverty was our condition, but not necessarily my destiny. Looking at earth and fearing for its future, I wished Mama had lived to... Continue Reading →
A friction-packed rage. Actions taken with regrets. Learning to forgive. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Friction and Action.
She watched him approach her, knowing that he was a charlatan. He said, "I found this envelope full of money, with no name on it. But, it's late, so I need to put it in someone's bank account. I will give you some of it!" She responded, "You picked the wrong one, Brother. I only... Continue Reading →
Catherine stood on the top of the Tokyo Skytree, the tallest structure in the city, with 29 floors. She loved the 360 degree views of the city, for it gave her a sense of Japan's rich history. She wished that she had not worn a skirt, but pants instead, because of the wind. She had... Continue Reading →
Loving the pure tones, The trumpeter played with grace. The pitch touched my soul. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge for April 15, 2019: tone and pitch.
A couple of weeks ago, as I sat watching television, out of my left eye, I thought I saw something small and black fall from the stairs to the floor of the living room. But, when I looked again, there wasn't anything there. That's when I realized that we had a mouse in the house!... Continue Reading →
I am preparing mentally to have surgery again, but just replacing my pacemaker with one that includes a defibrillator. That will be at the end of the month, about ten days before we leave for Italy. So, I was trying to think of other things to keep my mind on something other than doctors and... Continue Reading →
I once thought the boogie man was a figment of Mama's imagination. I was scared of every sound at night, huddled in my bed sheets until Morning came with the light that saved me and made me feel safe. But, one day I found out that the boogie man was all too real. Mama had... Continue Reading →
Blogging is a place of inclusion and diversity. I marvel at the different people whom I follow, people that I will probably never meet in person, but with whom I share nearly every day. I am in awe of the pictures of courage, perseverance, resilience, and determination that I read each day. Each person's story... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 