November, being the month of Thanksgiving and all, inspires many folks to record a list of things for which they are grateful. Also, November is the lead-in to Advent, when we celebrate the birth of Jesus, the ultimate gift for those of the Christian faith, which tends to also turn our hearts outward toward thinking
My kids used to call crescent moons “fingernail moons.” When I see those luminous, thin, curved lines gleaming in a dark night sky, I smile, remembering Caroline’s delight at this original analogy. Back then, I was slim and had nice legs. Back then my bum was perky despite two pregnancies. Back then I wore short
My new writer friend, Dani, just started a blog - yea! Her words often speak my heart as well. Enjoy this amazing "new" writer! Love to you, Dani! Ginny :) Gratitude.
July 9, 2013 Prompt: 15 minutes: “supposed to” Supposed To She was supposed to get a lot accomplished today, piles of vacation mail littering the kitchen counter, dirty clothes on the laundry room floor, wilting calla lily plants screaming for water from their old pots, long leaves drooping. She turns the pots occasionally, angling them
From my writer friend, Carol Henderson, with whom I share a mother's heart at all times. Thanks for sharing yours with us, Carol. 4, 3, 2, 1.
Breast Surgery, Ducks and Pillows Her warm dark eyes smiled at me through the wispy remains of the anesthesia. “Hi. My name is Sandy and this pillow was made by some volunteers here for you to take home with you to help with the pain during your recovery.” Sandy handed me a black pillow with
Prompt: 24 minutes: “Ageless” May 16, 2013 Ageless Ageless is how I feel at 53. Such an odd number -- not sexy, not old and wise, somewhere in between. Reaching back, just a bit, I am vibrant, sexy, the life of the party. Sparkly, beaming on the outside, in the prime of life supposedly. Yes,
This is the result of a 10-minute prompt writing this morning, so realize it is merely a quickly dashed off, unedited piece, written without regard to knowing where the pen would take me. Inside the Envelope Inside the envelope were photos of days gone by. A smorgasbord really. Photos her mother had gleaned from God
