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 →
The line between love and hate isn't as indistinct as people think. Love builds up; hate tears down. Written for the Weekend Writing prompt from Sammiscribbles for February 23, 2019. Write a flash fiction, poem, or anything you like in only 18 words from the prompt:Indistinct.
Marie knew that her friend was going to complain about the artificial roses. Sure enough, Bernice said, "Marie, why don't you throw those old flowers away! Put some fresh roses on the table!" Marie responded, "Bernice, those were the roses that Stan gave me on our first wedding anniversary. He told me that someday he... 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 →
Ashley and Keith sat smiling at each other, ignoring the beautiful ocean views in front of them. He had finally asked her out, and she had said yes! He believed that this was going to be a great love for them both. She thought that there was so much going in her life right now,... Continue Reading →
With my ears near her beating heart, And her calloused hands holding me close, I knew that I was always safe in her arms, No matter what trials and troubles arose. She chastised me justly when I was wrong, But never to hurt me or to put me down. It was her way of ensuring... Continue Reading →
Smitten with the pink, Fields covered with pure beauty. Nature spreads her love. Written for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille, February 14, 2019, from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: cherry blossoms. Word of the Day Challenge is Smitten.
I made a decision when I was about age 12 that the safest way to never be hurt by other people was not to love anyone, even in intimate relationships when I became an adult. At such a tender age, I decided that I would never marry anyone whom I could not give up without... Continue Reading →
Shana watched the others make s'mores. As the only black person present, she was feeling out of place. Gerry walked over, took a marshmallow and placed it on Shana's hanger. He showed her how to hold it over the fire. When the marshmallow was ready, he took it and placed it between the chocolate and... Continue Reading →
Mike looked at the girl sitting by the sea alone. It was unusual for a woman to be out so late by herself, so he worried that she was hurt or in trouble. At first, he simply kept watch over her, determined to keep her safe from men who may have thought she was easy... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 