// So quiet you could here a pin drop, I tiptoed into the kitchen to pour water into the coffee pot. Start. I pulled up the blind near my favorite corner of the sofa. I took a deep breath in. Made it in time. Pulling out my phone, I headed for the front door. Cracking … More A Morning Meeting.
// Oh, the fear that controlled me like a string puppet for so long. Learning how to slash through the lies that try to reattach has been a journey, a fiery process of refinement. Oh, I pray the leaders make the right and just decisions, but I can not control them – I can only … More #FiveMinuteFriday: I can’t control much, but this is what I can control…
My four year old was feeling better, we got our dog back from the vet, school work was through and the evening knocked at my door. Feeling like a young child inside because free time around here doesn’t happen as much I’d like, I went to my room to fish through the Netflix shows hoping … More A Tale of Transforming Taste Buds
// We’ve always been addicted to the journey’s going, going, going. Wandering. Traveling. Trekking. We’ve never had a problem with change to say the least. We even rented for 7 years partly because we felt we were supposed to go off on a foreign mission, and didn’t want to make it hard on God ya know… Just … More Addicted to Wandering
When I hold onto a jab that was made oh so long ago, when I won’t forget what they said but I do forget I mess up too – I either stuff it and hold it hostage or it slowly leaks out and I wonder where it came from. The words came out, right out … More What Does Your Heart Feast On?
Snail mail is just. Well, awesome. It is so awesome it made its way onto the #fmf list and boy oh boy am I super happy. If you have never heard of #FiveMinuteFriday or Kate Motaung, you should come check out this community of writers. Seriously. I have been semi-participating in the #write31days worldwide event. … More Love by Mail. #fmf
I am joining the #FiveMinuteFriday crew tonight for the writing prompt: T E S T ~ I am mixing in my #write31days of Art. We have 5 minutes to write and here I go: Oh, golly see I despise tests. Always have. Equals anxiety. On another note, life is real. I heard it once that … More Don’t focus on the test, focus on the Giver.