The past will leave a pall over our livs that if we are not careful will steal the joy of the present and future away from us. I never lived in a house where there was a man. I never saw a good romance, except on television, and even as a child, I knew those... Continue Reading →
Making meatballs together in Italy! Sweet marriage: the beauty in compromising! Written for the Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt from My Random Ramblings. The prompt today is Beauty.
Watching the film of the laughing woman, I marvel that I looked so normal. We were to act as though happily ever after existed, and truth was avoided at too high a cost. The truth is that marriage is a combination of good and bad times, unique to each couple. You hope for many more... 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 →
Writing for the first time for prompt challenge of page and line from The Haunted Wordsmith: Page 195, line 4 from any book. Write a story that includes the line. Marion, switching off the percolator and bringing two... Learning Curve, Catherine Aird Marion, switching off the percolator and bringing two cups of coffee to the... Continue Reading →
Jonathan and Mary hugged as they reached the top of the mountain. It had been a hard climb, but they had made it, each encouraging the other when one or both became tired or disillusioned of ever succeeding. As he looked out over the valley below, he realized that their new marriage would be the... Continue Reading →
Good marriage means work. There is no magic involved. Man, love is worth it! Written for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: Magic, man.
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 →
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 →
Mona's mother, Cathy, has dreamed of her daughter's wedding since before Mona was born. Through the years, Cathy has shared her wedding magazines with Mona, as a means of encouraging her to have the same dreams of grandeur and elegance. Mona came to believe that Cathy's way was the only correct manner in which to... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 