Sweeping Repetition

There is a pattern emerging.  I’m sweeping the kitchen.  I do this often, but not at as often as it needs to be done.  Suddenly, my mind wanders to writing not only what I know, but what everyone knows. As repetitive as chores are, the messages of life that are written and rewritten remind me…

Mind Your Words

My brain screeches with righteous indignation while my heart burns with empathy in reaction to the careless onslaught of one man’s opinionated insult.  Unfortunately, situations like the following are a reminder that our world teems with bigotry and intolerance.  Under the guise of freedom of speech, bullying appears to continue on the adult playground. I…

BUBBLES – IN THE MAKING

I need more than a writing coach; I need a writing therapist. Writing is supposed to make me feel better.  It does for a minute, and then the anxiety bubbles up in me, calling me to write more.  Stories, cry to be written.  I feel dragged on a submissive voyage crossing the sea of hope…

LOVE STORY

ODIE Love Story I knew I shouldn’t have acquiesced.  But who can deny your little girl’s begging, “Please Mom, please…just for a minute.  I had always said no.  I did not like compromising situations, nor the call of my heart which often led to non-analytical decisions that could impact the rest of my life. She…

EGRET

The white bird, egret it’s called.  It walks sticking its neck out with every step.  Around my pond, it spends its days reminding me of heaven, and I’m not sure why. My husband feels the same.  On unsuspecting quiet mornings, the bird finds his mourning soul.  He smiles while he cries, remembering the man he admired….