As a little girl, my nickname was Baldy. It seems that as a toddler, I contracted some kind of head rash that meant cutting off all of my hair. So, Baldy became what people called me, from aunts and uncles to neighbors. I must have been in the third or fourth grade before I even... Continue Reading →
My Name Means Queen, and That is How I Feel
Daily writing promptIf you had to change your name, what would your new name be?View all responses My husband and his queen in the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam, June 2023 I love my name: Regina. As a child with a name that no one else I knew had, I felt special. Finding reasons to feel special... Continue Reading →
Becoming a Mother Matured Me and Saved My Life
Daily writing promptWhen was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?View all responses Twenty-four hours before I became a mother of four children under seven, I was carefree. My former husband and I had just moved into our own place after two years of marriage. My days consisted of playing... Continue Reading →
Promises Made to My Mama: OctPoWriMo, Day 15
Photo fro Freeimages. com Mother, may I never forget your wise sayings, Keeping them in my heart to rule my thoughts. You told me that respect is earned, not a given, And been hired doesn't mean I have been bought. Mother, may I never forget how you loved me, Reminding me that I am the... Continue Reading →
The Shiny Diamond
I remember sitting in a car as we drove someplace. I suddenly noticed colored lights dancing on the ceiling of the car. Looking around to find the source of this never before seen phenomenon, I finally spotted my Grandmother’s diamond ring on her hand, sitting in the sunlight. I wondered, “could this be the source?”... Continue Reading →
Help from Heaven 