Not Just Another Mother Blogger!

I grew up a cryer.  I was a very emotional child, and the slightest little change in the weather had me bawling my eyes out.  I cried for tw...

His grief stopped everything. Pendulums, covered in opaque stillness, Intricate gears rusted into grudging quiescence. Yet His heart keeps p...

In your eyes I can believe the blush of true love implicit in our first kiss; Heartbeat to heartbeat, A true marriage Ageless Laughter an...

I am not an outwardly emotional person, at least in public.  I tend to be rather deadpan about most things, and even as the poop is flying t...

The first time I saw love-- it was in one small hand, with a firm grasp, held fast in mine. That bright smile, that sweet face, that trust....

The stocking is sitting underneath the tree, because we don't have a fireplace.  The tree is decorated, although most of the low...

This continues a story I started here.   I may have been too busy to blog, but I am never too far from a pen and a piece of paper, so I sha...

Prompt:  We want you to give us a 33-word example of personification .  Wait.  What?  You forget what that is?  It's  the practice of ...

Write on Edge prompt:   Write about a face to face meeting which, for better or for worse, doesn’t go as planned. I am not too sure about t...

My husband and I were relaxing the other night, watching The Daily Show and The Colbert Report . One of those commercials came on, with a l...

Red Writing Hood prompt: You or your character find a forgotten letter or card from someone important in your life--whether good or bad. W...

I am an old school nerd. Not an OG, of course, but I remember back before computers pretty well. Nerds are/were defined by their love of pen...