You had dreams
and you worked hard to reach them.
You set goals
and you try hard to achieve them.
But sometimes life seems to say
no, not today, no way.
Continue readingYou had dreams
and you worked hard to reach them.
You set goals
and you try hard to achieve them.
But sometimes life seems to say
no, not today, no way.
Continue readingThe first memory Harrison still vividly remembers is when he was nine years old. Mrs. Carrington was his teacher and reminded him so much of his own mother that he slipped up one day and called her mom. The other students laughed. He never really recovered from that embarrassment. At least, not for the rest of the day which for a nine-year-old, was an eternity.
Fortunately for him, Mrs. Carrington did actually remind him of his own mother because of her tender heart, she allowed him to stay in the classroom during recess. On the pretense of helping her get the classroom in order but as he reflected on it in his older years it was to provide a safe place for him to avoid further teasing. The small recess reprieve only intensified the teasing he received on his walk home after school.
Continue readingWhat have I done
with the time given me?
Something productive
or a good step on my journey?
Continue readingThis weekend, I am attending a Reba concert. At least, I better be. I bought the tickets 6 months ago and I am writing this a month out. So, I better be attending a Reba concert.
Continue readingSure, I could buckle down
and just do the task.
But where would the fun be
in doing that, I ask?
Continue readingI will make a general statement by saying almost everyone wants peace. Almost. There are some that certainly thrive on chaos. For the most part though, the majority of us are looking for peace. So what is it?
Continue readingIt’s that time of year again. Every year about this time I hit a writing block. Nothing good ever comes out of late winter for me. No ideas. Nothing. I’m serious, look at my past years’ posts in February (which is when I’m writing this). A lot of years I complain the well has dried up and I should throw in the towel. But I haven’t yet. I keep going.
Continue readingKnow what that is? It’s a fear of dolls (of course it is). Why do I know that? Because I looked it up. Why did I want to know? Oh, that’s the story now, isn’t it?
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