I was listening to a song named Loved Heals, and it struck me just how true that has been in my life. Mothers and fathers who live in poverty-stricken areas do not love their children any less than middle-class and wealthy parents. But, the hardships and violence of poverty often takes a psychological as well... Continue Reading →
Jan and Carol have grown accustomed to the stares they engender when together in public. They understand why people are confused. They are opposites in many ways. Jan is more liberal in her ideology, while Carol is more conservative. Jan votes Democratic and Carol votes Republican. People wonder how can they still be such great... Continue Reading →
Howbeit, Lila loved the bouquet of yellow roses, it was the card accompanying it that gave her reason to pause and reflect. On it, Joel had written one question: Are you ready to be loved again? Normally intrepid and undaunted by others' opinions of her actions, her three children were unanimous in their objections to... Continue Reading →
Survived violence, Life with hurricane-strength winds. Found a safe harbor. Posted for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 20, 2019: Hurricane.
Two weeks ago, I heard that one of our members, the young lady that stepped in to lead the Music Ministry at our church, had suffered a stroke. She is in her early forties. She is energetic on the organ, and her teenage accompanies her on the drums. We believed that she would be out... Continue Reading →
Tattooed on my body are the struggles I have survived, These marks define what I believe to be true. They tell the world that I have overcome mountains, And in succeeding, my strength has been renewed. Scissored from my life are the fears that kept me Afraid to ascend to the heights of whom I... Continue Reading →
Poem written for the One-Rhyme Friday Challenge from Judy Dykstra Brown, in which only one rhyme is used. I decided to try my hand at it. A dear friend called me today, And she had much to me to say: When your situation becomes a fray, It's good to have a friend who knows to... Continue Reading →
People ask me what kind of person I am, meaning do I see the glass as half-full or half-empty? I tell them that I am just thankful to have a glass with something in it. I have come to understand that how we view what we have in this life is all about the perspective.... Continue Reading →
Not many people would consider a comb and brush set as the tools of a superhero, but they were for me. I was in the fourth grade, all of nine years old, and my mother worked through the night, never home when my sister and I left for school. We had to get dressed by... Continue Reading →
Truly, one of the marvels of blogging is the sheer numbers of blogs available. Seeing how many was enough at first to make me wonder if I had anything to add to the collective wisdom. But, I quickly understood why each blog is valuable and important, and that is because no one can tell our... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 