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 →
Who says that we cannot be friends Because you're pink and I am green? It's silly to think that way, And it's also very mean. Our hearts are so much alike That I often think just like you. Our colors are so unimportant, All that matters is I love you. Some people think that friends... Continue Reading →
It's the case that I don't move as fast as I used to, So my celerity in walking is really way down. My knees hurt a little more than usual, But, thankfully, I can still pretty much get around. I was amazed at learning that my dependable Knees and hips would only last me so... Continue Reading →
Shine, Morning glory! Let your beauty be displayed. Feed my hungry soul! Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille by Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: Morning Glory.
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 →
You overcame it! Put a feather in your cap! Scream thanks to our God! Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt: Feather and Scream.
I took this picture in Portugal at some Roman ruins. I liked the way that the trees had survived much wind and storms, leaning but not broken. Sometimes that how we feel after a time of troubles. Posted for Becca's Sunday Trees #380, February 24, 2019.
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 →
Help from Heaven 