Once upon a time there lived a little girl names Doria, Who had a younger evil sister named Gloria. The sisters would never become good friends, At least, that is what their mother told her kin. Gloria kept her sister in tears and in fear, Keeping other children from getting too near. People called her... Continue Reading →
I looked at the old car in the weeds, Remembering the sweet moments we shared. Kisses stolen as we sat by the lake in it, That was as far back then as we dared. You told me one late August night That someday you and I would be wed. I thought that you were kidding... Continue Reading →
Divorce is hard, even when it is the right move to make. But Patty knew that neither she nor Jack could continue on the wild roller-coaster of a ride that their marriage had become. She refused to forgive him one more time, and his getting down on his knees had not convinced her that he... Continue Reading →
I looked at that duct-taped door. It nearly brought tears to my eyes, When I remembered the happy times We shared before and after children arrived. I remembered the moment after our "I do's," You wanted to carry me across the threshold. Unfortunately, I weighed a little too much, But I still saw you as... Continue Reading →
Better to risk love Than to get left on the vine. Mama's sage advice. Written for Ronovan's Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #236: sage and vine.
I sat listening to the sound of the train as it moved down the tracks, taking me closer to the place that I swore to never return. The clickety-clack of the train sends me into a trance, as I think back to the last time I was on a train, escaping from a place I... Continue Reading →
On last Sunday, as we were driving to church, I said to Douglas, "Our marriage works because we like each other, not just love each other. When we argue, it is our liking each other that makes us quick to forgive." This rumination derived from how easy we were together Sunday morning after some harsh... Continue Reading →
Carla looked at her new husband, David, amazed at the intensity of her love for him. He was coming through the door, breakfast tray balanced on one hand. He bowed to her, and presented her with her favorite meal: french toast smothered in honey, eggs cooked over-easy to perfection, and coffee that tasted like ambrosia.... Continue Reading →
Standing by the ocean looking at the people cry, Kaley's soul seeks peace for them. She remembers that three to five women die every day from domestic violence As a survivor, she's asked to speak a word of comfort, but, how do you make sense of senseless acts? As she lights a candle and lays... Continue Reading →
I remember one of the women that my father dated when I was a little girl. Her name was Ms. Anne, and she had a beautiful smile. She must have been special to my father, because he tried hard to impress her by bringing my sister and me to visit her. I think he wanted... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 