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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Category Archives: M’s Writing Prompt
The “Fizzled Enchantment” and other stories of ruin tell stories of The Eye who disguised itself as a spider and silently clung to the top right corner of the 14-foot-wall in the old Imperial Inn, Hattenville, TX. It was a picture … Continue reading
Ten, fifteen, fifty years it will be too late. The warming climate will cause our demise! The same voices tell us man developed from some one cell algae (or something). Whahoo! There’s a man. But alas, woe is us. He … Continue reading
The pebble sinks leaving ripples behind, Ripples that will soon be gone. The Titanic sinks never to sail again; Stock markets sink to someone’s sorrow; Hearts sink hearing news of disaster; The sun also sinks … Continue reading
Sunday, March 24, 1968. “clear, nice day – Jones & Holmes came home with us – Jimmy & Ta came out” My mom was not Creator of days (M’s challenge for today) but she was the one who “created” this … Continue reading