The idea that we will be forgotten when we die haunts everyone at some time or another. And just possibly one other aspect of life haunts us: never being the object of someone's undying love. Yesterday, as we walked on a section of the Silver Comet Trail near Rockmart, Georgia, I found evidence of love... Continue Reading →
Love so pure and good. Flow into our pain-filled souls. Finally serene!
One of the features of our new Georgia home that I most disliked and wanted to change was the kitchen range. The burners where you sit the pots and pans were blackened badly and seemed unsalvageable. I tried to talk Douglas into a nice new gas stove, but, of course, it was a huge expense,... Continue Reading →
Calla looked at the new digs, and she smiled. Finally, a new lease on life was possible, having graduated from high school and of an age where she could make her own decisions. It had not been easy, for often we become inured to the insults and ugly looks, especially when they are all that... Continue Reading →
Making meatball from scratch, with nutmeg, in Cerratina, Italy! He saw my profile. I seemed sweet, the pearl he sought. Then, he stole my heart. True story for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: sweet and heart. Above we are learning to cook Italian while on vacation in Italy until Saturday, and we will be... Continue Reading →
When Delia was about age 14, her mother and aunt decided she needed to wear makeup, if she were going to attract a young fellow. They powdered her face, applied rouge, and the reddest lipstick ever produced. Looking in the mirror afterwards, Delia hated the face staring back at her, for it was not someone... Continue Reading →
See all the pretty little letters, waiting to be formed into words. Those words can praise or criticize, according to how they are unfurled. The tormentor creates the words that cause pain and take away joy. But the one who seeks to encourage forms words that do not destroy. Words like "You are priceless" are... Continue Reading →
Hurt and suffering, Your love taught me my value. Eternally glad. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from MIndlovemisery's Menagerie, April 3, 2019: Everlasting Love.
Sitting in the very top seats at the orchestra, Carly could hear the music and singing just fine, but she barely could see the conductor. The program tonight was music from Andrew Lloyd Webber. She loved all of the songs, for they reminded her of the time she had visited London? It was 1997, and... Continue Reading →
Mark was enjoying dancing with a sweet little thing named Nanette at the party that his friend, Jonathan, had invited him to attend. The place was literally like a zoo, with people dressed as different animals. There were lions, tigers, and bears. Oh my! He had dressed as a tiger, complete with striped shirt and... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 