The beauty that should capture one's soul Comes from within a person, one who knows How to make others feel valued and of worth, That our very presence is a gift to the earth. This beauty is infused by the wondrous light Of one who has learned through their plight That we all share a... Continue Reading →
To see the beautiful boats, Lined up like an armada. Ready for doing their duty, From a simple sail to a regatta. Such peace it brings to me, Standing and admiring each one. I love to see the fishing ships come in, Knowing their work has been done. With a flock of gulls following, Hoping... Continue Reading →
Her name was Pat, and she was my supervisor when I was hired in 1974 at the telephone company in Atlanta, Georgia. She was a hard task-master, determined to show that, as the first black woman given a supervisory position over white males, she was capable of doing the job. My complaint against her was... Continue Reading →
Tattooed on my body are the struggles I have survived, These marks define what I believe to be true. They tell the world that I have overcome mountains, And in succeeding, my strength has been renewed. Scissored from my life are the fears that kept me Afraid to ascend to the heights of whom I... Continue Reading →
Not many people would consider a comb and brush set as the tools of a superhero, but they were for me. I was in the fourth grade, all of nine years old, and my mother worked through the night, never home when my sister and I left for school. We had to get dressed by... Continue Reading →
"I thought we agreed no more secrets," said Calla's mother, Joy. Calla knew that inevitably one of the children would spill the beans to his or her parents, and Jeffrey would have to "go away," an adult euphemism for his being killed. As long as he remained one of the secrets only the children knew,... Continue Reading →
Moving away from my sweet neighbors, Blistered hands from all of the packing. The expectancy is of visiting grandchildren, Hoping those expectations will not go lacking. Yet, I hear my husband sobbing in the kitchen. He doesn't want me to witness his many tears. But, I think we both feel much sorrow, As we give... Continue Reading →
When I was a professor in California, I asked a class on Culture and Society to not use their electronic devices or email for three (3) hours, and then to write a paper on the results. The answers were fascinating and eye-opening. So, when I saw the prompt was Technology, I decided to address their... Continue Reading →
I wrote this on the Humble Word Nerd blog, but it fits so wonderfully the goals of this blog that I decided to share it. I hope you enjoy it, and that you are encouraged by it. It is written for the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie: sky and God.
