Releasing the guilt, she felt free. Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings. the prompt is guilt.
Guilt and shame are like cages, Holding us hostages by their lies, Making us believe we cannot change, No matter how hard we have tried. But, let's look in our mirrors, Forgiving ourselves for past sins. Then the doors of our cages will open, Freeing us to live our best lives again. (277 characters) Written... Continue Reading →
One of the Christmas stories from our family archives is the time my oldest daughter's declared that she thought that I was the "real" Santa. It came as a surprise for me. I love telling the story to new generations. When the children were young, I couldn't find work in my hometown, so I moved... Continue Reading →
I was the guilty party, but I did not want to suffer the consequences of my actions, so I stayed quiet as my young male cousin, Leon, was punished for my transgressions. My sister, JoAnn, and I had moved in with our great-aunt who had raised our mother. We called her Aunt Brownie, and she... Continue Reading →