Life as a mom, nana and follower of Christ; hoping to share from lessons learned
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Door.” This isn’t the greatest photo, but when I saw the topic, I thought even for the sign on the door, it was a worthy post. I took this in St Albans, Hertfordshire at the Clock Tower.
[Continue reading...]In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Going Obsolete.” Of all the technologies that have gone extinct in your lifetime, which one do you miss the most? Initially, I struggled with this. Why would I miss cassette tapes that I had to rewind with a pencil, or a television without a remote, or a […]
[Continue reading...]In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In the Summertime.” Summer only began on June 21, which was a week ago last Sunday. I was shocked when I saw someone say something about it being the first day of summer, as I thought we were already deep in the midst of it judging by […]
[Continue reading...]Good afternoon, friends. I would like your help with something. The following is an excerpt from what I hope might possibly become my first novel. Can you take a peek and share your thoughts, please? If you read below, would you want to read more? Susie’s bare feet sunk into the soft, cool mud, as […]
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Celebrate Good Times.” You receive some wonderful, improbable, hoped-for good news. How do you celebrate? There are a few things that would fall in this category that I am currently praying and believing for. When I get the good news, the first thing I will do is […]
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take It From Me.” What’s the best piece of advice you’ve given someone that you failed to take yourself? Advice is a funny thing as most people aren’t really looking for advice when they ask your opinion, but instead for someone to agree with what they have already determined […]
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Golden Hour.” The prompt asked, “6:00 AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00 AM bedtime?” My alarm goes off at 5:30 am on the mornings that I haven’t already turned it off and began my day. Sometimes I grumble to myself […]
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Smell You Later.” Humans have very strong scent memory. Tell us about a smell that transports you. In the late 70s, Cinnabar was a very popular scent and one of my mom’s favorites. It was strong, spicy scent, with a woodsy, cinnamon smell. It lingered. Thankfully, my […]
[Continue reading...]Sometimes I feel it building up and if I don’t get it out, I will explode or maybe implode. I don’t know, but I do know it means I have to write. Today I am frustrated with people who say things flippantly and sometimes ignorantly, seemingly calloused to the impact their words may have on […]
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Originally posted on Long walks and dark chocolate:
I am just now submitting last week’s Weekly Writing Challenge, which said, in summary, “to explore what age means to you”. In a mere one year and seven months, I will be as old as the cassette tape. How old is that you ask? Well, that would be…
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