I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Monthly Archives: February 2019
I can’t vouch for the truth of this story, but this is the way it was told to me by my great aunt Polly whose mother lived in a forlorn area of Illinois. She became an intimate friend to Jennie … Continue reading
Oh, please, tell me it’s not true – the idea that the attractancy between boys and girls is odor. Such folly! So guys, don’t bother to smile or try out a new hair-do. A girl might bolt at the slight … Continue reading
No open-minded person can see a picture of a baby in the womb and argue that it is not a baby – a human baby! That a man can make that legal – even allowing for the mother to give … Continue reading
Today’s prompt is: What is the one thing in life you want to finish before you die? *************** “Do you want us to do everything we can to keep you alive – including CPR?” asked the EMT as I was placed … Continue reading
I love Mondays. That has not always been true. Like many others, I began Monday Misery on Sunday night. So in this acrostic, I’m speaking for myself and relishing retirement. I rue “yesterday’s” Mondays that were not fully appreciated – … Continue reading
Edna smiled in appreciation for her birthday flowers. Flowers that she could not kill. She had hinted over the years, that she did not want potted flowers. She had never had a green thumb, and her failure to keep … Continue reading
As a newlywed, beautiful Celia was graced with all the resplendent Creole characteristics of her genetic heritage. But time had taken its toll. Gravitational forces had also been unkind. Too much alcohol had damaged her skin. Her stately posture was … Continue reading
Land I love torn apart. Fierce issues storm my heart. From distress I cry. *********** https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/02/18/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-241-stormfierce/ Image: Pixabay
I’m a Family Feud fan. Steve Harvey is the best. But I’m uneasy as the first question is asked. It often begins, “We asked a hundred women…” Whatever the rest of the question is, it often leaves an opening for … Continue reading