The Finger Woman

It was lunch time and my four-year old daughter sat eating the remaining peanut butter dip on her plate using her index finger. I sit back and watch her. She swoops up a big glob of peanut butter onto the tip of her finger and looks at it. Then she holds her finger up to me … More The Finger Woman

Casket in the Snow

Frigid winter winds blew over the deep footsteps in the snow. Crunching ice is heard as feet compact the snow under the weight of the wood box. Only four colors can be seen. Black coats standing in the white landscape, embracing red roses against their chests, while a dark Mahogany casket is the heart of … More Casket in the Snow

Two Sentence Story

Find creativity here: Two Sentence Story Challenge Results LyzPetro: She took a small bite of the strangely smelling food on her fork and smiled politely. The different colored people surrounding her watched intently for her reaction. Thank you C.S. Wilde for a fun writing contest!  

Around My Table

  Around my table there is laughter and love, Homework and recipe notes, Nicks from dropped cups and smudges from sticky fingers. Stories about the day; tall tales from little voices. Arguments too… About the balance of life, miscommunication, disagreements; And forgiveness. Breakfast and coffee. Newspapers and doodles. Lunch and spilled milk. Little hands helping … More Around My Table

Mother Meets God

“I was a mother,” she says to God. “Why did you take me home so soon?” “I had children who needed me, needed my love and care.” She pleaded. “Don’t worry my child,” replies God. “I am watching over them.” “They will miss me! Won’t they wonder why I left? I don’t want them to … More Mother Meets God

What I See in My Son

What I see in my son is the responsibility God has graciously handed me.

Take this young boy and lead him to know and love me.

Raise him to show my love to others.

Build him up to be a good man on this earth.

Teach him to use his hands to build, to help, to hold, to share, to give, to care, and to teach.

His hands that are young, little and delicate now will become strong and calloused as he creates his own story. … More What I See in My Son

Photo Reflection #1

This is the first in a series of Photo Reflections. My photos, my creative reflections. Photo Reflection #1: Summer Innocence I find time in one place, lose it in another. I accomplish some writing. Where did the baby go? Oh, there he is. Chatting with the chickens.

A Good Day

A poem… A good day is having time to pick plums from the tree. Make plum dumplings with the children; Eat dumplings late morning. Make apple pie with freshly picked apples; Eat pie in the afternoon. Eat pie again in the evening with your husband; He doesn’t need to know you already ate pie. That … More A Good Day