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.
In the fourth grade, my class visited Rock City, an attraction that sits on top of Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga, Tennessee. In order to go from one side of the nature trail there to the other side where our bus was parked, you had two choices: the swing-along bridge or hike the long way around.... Continue Reading →
