My first attempt at a Haiku Hanging golden moon, Peering just behind the clouds – Your strength is striking.
She stepped out the front door into the darkness of the early morning. It seemed that she alone was awake. The world slept on while she, already having been awake for hours, started on her morning walk. The quiet of the morning brought her restless soul some longed for peace. The streetlights, along with theContinue reading “Morning Walk – A 200 Word Story”
I don’t know exactly what happened. Somewhere in the last couple weeks I lost sight of what and why I was writing. I managed to subconsciously, and soon consciously, create all of these rules for myself on writing. It amazes me how subtly things like that can seep into your creative world. I have spentContinue reading “Throwing out the Rules”
On this morning of my surgery to remove the Melanoma, I woke up to Chris Tomlin’s song “Nobody Loves Me Like You” on my heart. It serves as a great reminder that He who has created this day and given me the breath to live it, loves me more than anyone and in a wayContinue reading “Oh, What a Song to Sing”
They stood on the banks of a pond, fishing lines in the water. “This is not what I was expecting when you told me you wanted to teach me mindfulness,” she said to her friend. “Being still comes in many forms,” he replied. Upon hearing those thought provoking words, I paused the show, and theContinue reading “Being Still”
This piece is dedicated to my dad, the world’s greatest soccer coach and to all the members of that wonderful team of misfits back in 1985 – Paradise Valley Sting.
I spent every childhood summer at my grandmother’s house, the house my father grew up in. It’s a small, but charming house which sits just across the banks of Lake Oneida, or as my family and I affectionately call it, “Grandma’s Lake” in Bridgeport, New York. Every year we would travel from wherever we wereContinue reading “WRITTEN MEMORIES”
It’s July 1. I created a tradition for myself where I spend the month of July working on my Dad’s stories for him posthumously. I also step out of my own comfort zone and work on stories that he would enjoy. It’s always an emotional process for me, but one I look forward to eachContinue reading “Writing in Loving Memory”
It wasn’t until a few years ago when I finally understood what it meant, and how important it was, to pray for wisdom. In The Voice translation, Proverbs 3:18 describes wisdom this way: She is like a tree that produces a satisfied life for anyone who can wrap their arms around her; happiness waits for anyContinue reading “Wrapping My Arms Around Wisdom”
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Every year for Father’s Day, I set out to find the perfect Father’s Day card for my dad. For him and I, this card expressed our relationship. It never had Thomas Kinkaide artwork on it (though he really liked him) nor did it have something about him being the World’s…