When someone tells me not to take something personal that is written or said about me, I know that I should do the opposite. Friends and colleagues try to save our feelings by insisting that we not consider negative words regarding our efforts, demeanor, or intelligence as a direct attack against us. But, I have... Continue Reading →
Many years ago, after my children were grown and gone, I decided to treat myself to a posh night out, with dinner at one of the priciest restaurants in town and a play at the Fox theater. I knew I was in trouble the moment I crossed the threshold into the dining room, for I... Continue Reading →
Written for the September Writing Prompts by Putting My Feet in the Dirt: the absence of her. As I am writing my memoir, I cannot help but remember my sister. Her name was Joann, and she was the strongest person that I have ever known at a compact 5 feet, 2 inches tall. She was... 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 →
I wrote this fictional story for the September Writing Prompts from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. I wanted to share it with readers of this blog. http://thehumblewordnerd.com/2018/09/12/ive-never-seen-you-before
I wanted to share this post with our readers. Written for the September Writing Prompt form Putting My Feet in the Dirt.
Cody always dated slim women, for he believed that the best girls in school were thin girls. But, Mama was the sweetest person in the world, and she was plump and round. Yet, Dad was head over heels in love with Mama and proud to be her husband. He wanted to ask his father about... Continue Reading →
We went to a local park for our walk today, and it seemed that most of our city was there celebrating the last long weekend of the summer. Douglas found a parking spot away from the trail parking, which meant walking across wet grass. I decided that walking across wet grass was just too uncomfortable,... Continue Reading →