From one mother to another. Here are my attributes for what makes pretty, pretty. Please add to it if you know of other ways of recognizing the markers of a pretty person. *wink*
"Keep your face always towards the sun and the shadows will fall behind you." ~ Walt Whitman (... it's what sunflowers do. *wink*)
Week 3:- 2 quotes on Composure. 4 mentions of Composure. These are the attributes for being a beauty-full human. What do you think? Do you have these? Who else would you put on this list? Thanks for reading.
The town school I went to was near the sea, and our spelling bees usually took place outdoors to accommodate a worthy audience. What was your experience like?
For this week's espresso, the other attribute I deem important is Kindness. The kindness of spirit that's part and parcel of every human. Please share your thoughts with me.
What's your course of action when dealing with negativity? Be sure to have one, my friends... read about mine in this short post.
Rosa Parks was 42 y.o then, and the only tired she was, was tired of giving in. Here's a little nugget of wisdom you can use from the first lady of civil rights.
Sweetness is all around us but sometimes we fail to see. Perhaps we're missing it because we're disregarding one crucial place? See what Rumi says.
As a reader, I get inspired by words my fellow writers pen. And when that happens I grab the opportunity with one hand and a pen in the other. This post is about the night I caught just such a spark and wrote a poem. Please enjoy.
Susannah, Diana, Caroline, for whom "good times never seemed so good" Or, Amanda, or Rosanna, Elvira, or Billie Jean, Or at least , Mary-- these are names I considered. Read to find out how it ends.
Here's to my personal commitment to NaPoWriMo2022. This Easter weekend, again off prompt. Hope you like what I have for you. And if you celebrate Easter, Happy Easter, dear friends. xoxo
For many years, I lived a safe and tethered life-- loving my creator and the world, until I was introduced to my first philosophy class. Little by little, I started to feel smarter than the creator of all things; so smart that I started to question and test my God. What kind of God -lets children starve? -lets people get sick and die? -lets bad things happen to good people? The innocent faith of the child that lived in me was confronted with questions too large. My God-fearing parents prayed for me. And then, I wrote God a Dear John letter.Â