Dare to hope today. Forget twisted words of doubt. Remember the Cross! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge, August 12, 2019: Twisted and Cross.
Dare to Hope: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge
I Am Still Here, In More Ways Than One!
I am still here, living and breathing, dreaming, packing, healing, and now writing on my blog again! I am excited just to be alive at this moment, watching as my life takes new turns. I am thrilled at how Abba, our heavenly Father is moving in our lives. I have missed writing, but Douglas and... Continue Reading →
Keeping Dreams Alive: RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge
Keep your dreams alive. Easy for life to dash them. Believe you can win. Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: hope and dash.
When the Boogie Man is Real: Sunday Writing Prompt
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 →
Free to Live Our Best Lives
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 →
Share Your World, March 25, 2019
What is the best pick me up that you know of? To shake you out of the blues? Music with a great beat, songs that make my feet hanker to move. I love to put on some gospel or jazz, or even some Santana, and get up and dance my blues away. I find that... Continue Reading →
Happy International Women’s Day! Keep Moving Forward!
My mother told me that she was glad that I was not born in an earlier century, for I would have been publicly whipped for asking so many questions on gender equality. I wanted to know why the women cooked, but they were the last to eat. I questioned why I had to fix my... Continue Reading →
My (S)hero: Sunday Writing Prompt
Her name was Pat, and she was my supervisor when I was hired in 1974 at the telephone company in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a hard task-master, determined to show that, as the first black woman given a supervisory position over white males, she was capable of doing the job. My complaint against her was... Continue Reading →
The Light in Me
There seems to be a light instilled in me Meant to show other people the way To believe in their value and their worth, And to find joy in living each day. It's as if Someone has plugged me in, I can feel the current of urgency To write words that motivate and inspire, As... Continue Reading →
