Don’t Quit (Micro Fiction) & Emily Dickinson’s Take on Hope

Happy Friday Readers – I am joining in with Friday Fictioneers.  Reminder: This is FICTION. I have to mention this because some readers skim quickly – and so please note that this is a make-believe story about “work” to go with Rochelle’s Friday Fiction photo prompt.   Here is the photo: Here is my FICTION  “Don’t … More Don’t Quit (Micro Fiction) & Emily Dickinson’s Take on Hope

SLEEP (recent study)

On Friday night, I unexpectedly slept for 11 hours!  Now for my teenage boys this may be more norm, but I have not had that much sleep (at one time) in years.  When I awoke, I was reminded of the healing power of sleep – especially because my right ear was no longer bothering me! … More SLEEP (recent study)

More of summer…

Usually I welcome fall with open arms.  We indulge in fall soccer, new jackets, and seasonal lattes.  One year, I even bought jumbo pumpkins over Labor Day weekend and placed them on my porch as an early welcome to the transition of fall. But this year, I found myself yearning for a little more of … More More of summer…

Time Flies (poem)

Time flies You close your eyes – and six years have gone by. You open your eyes- to change, growth, and new ways Yet many things are not changed – same stuff- different day. However, as time flies…. our lives are lived.         often measured by what we give. Also  – by what … More Time Flies (poem)

Fiddler Jones

We have enjoyed many visitors this summer!  Two of the visitors (who came at separate times) made our house the last stop on their summer trips, which meant they were wiped out and exhausted when they arrived.  Their visits were still fun, but it reminded me about how vacations can take a toll – physically … More Fiddler Jones

Soda Poetry

Sometimes it blows me away to see how God always gives us the support we need to persevere.  A small, yet potent, example of his provisional care in my life came this past year while teaching bimonthly art classes.  Colleen and her family starting coming mid year – and their presence was like a refreshing glass … More Soda Poetry