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 →
A True Christmas Miracle: Let Nothing Interfere with Our Christmas Traditions
It was Christmas Eve, and I fidgeted as lightning flashed and rain poured, spelling a potential end to our pageant. The wind howled, and one could windsurf through the streets, covered in armor of helmet and knee guards, of course. Eileen had her tambourine out because we planned to sing loudly and fervently next to the Nativity scene at church. Afterwards, we would... Continue Reading →
When You’re the Smallest Child: Laughing With A Limerick
I once had a babysitter Who said not to be a quitter. It was good advice, you see For someone like me, Who was the runt of the litter. Written for the Laughing With a Limerick #256 from Esther Chilton: Litter is the prompt.
Money Is Not the Problem, Greed Is!
Whether we carry cash or use electronic means, such as online banking or Bitcoin, money is not the problem. As a former Sociology professor, I believe that greed causes so much harm and leads to injustice, competitiveness, and hate. First Timothy 6:9-10 states, "Those who want to get rich fall into temptation and a trap and into... Continue Reading →
The Shade Whisperer
Gibbs Gardens, Ball Ground, Georgia 2024 He craves shade everywhere we go. He whimpers in the sunlight and heat. I shrug and relish the sun on my face, While he remains on the other side of the street. By the grace of God, he finds the coolness, And works to retain as much as he... Continue Reading →
Love Only Goes So Far: Laughing Along With A Limerick
I once loved a handsome man who was lazy, Whose past was somewhat hazy. He asked if in my home he could stay, Although he couldn’t my bills help to pay. I answered, “No! You must think I'm crazy!” Written for Laughing Along With A Limerick #252 from Esther Chilton. The prompt is Crazy. Copyright... Continue Reading →
Fear of Losing Leads to Defeat: Can You Tell a Story In…
Grace was petrified by Camilla’s dominance in the 800m run of the heptathlon. Watching Camilla holding an umbrella with the colors of a box of Crayola crayons, Grace prayed that, for once, she could overcome her fears and win the event. Written for "Can You Tell A Story In" by Esther Chilton. The prompts are... Continue Reading →
Growing Past the Playing Cards All Day Phase
Gemma looked at the cards in her hands as she played bid whist with her friends in the Bridge Club on Fifth Street. There were few events in her life more satisfying than "running a Boston" on her opponents. She lived for each time she and her partner won every hand. She would jump up... Continue Reading →
Use Soap, Please: Laughing Along With A Limerick
My boys would take a shower, But afterwards, they'd still smell quite sour. Having used no soap, There wasn't any hope, That water alone, their scent would overpower. Written for Laughing Along with a Limerick from Esther Chilton. The prompt today is shower.
Waste of Time: Can You Tell A Story In
Sharon looked at the still and unspeaking man who resembled a waxwork of a date. Trying to find true love using an algorithm to elicit the razzle-dazzle of those first moments of attraction was not working for her. Written for "Can You Tell A Story In..." from Esther Chilton. This week's limit is 38 words,... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 