This week I've joined the Indie Ink Writing Challenge. Stepping out of my comfort zone, relying on a stranger to inspire me, or confound me. Jason Hudges (Life & Otherwise) tasked me with this challenge: "Your oldest son has just become the first American Pope; your daughter has just become first female president of the … Continue reading Reunion
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Separate lives
We speak the same language Yet you don’t understand A single word I say We read the same books Quote our favorite movies But have nothing in common We share a God A compatible sense of right and wrong Though we can never agree Your body fits perfectly Around mine You say you’ve outgrown me … Continue reading Separate lives
Mrs. Manners
His expression told me I had shocked him, and I was grateful my response to his assault was visible to most of our guests. Grateful too that I had decided on acrylic nails, these were going to leave a mark. Seeing I was unharmed, my beloved whispered, ‘they’re waiting for us to cut the cake.’ … Continue reading Mrs. Manners
Lost in translation
With all the goings on surrounding my daughter and her recent graduation, her pending grad school plans and the inevitable moving out of our family home, I fear my son is getting lost in all the sibling adoration. The Boy has had more than his share of set backs in the last few years, struggling … Continue reading Lost in translation
Like mother, like daughter
Last weekend my daughter marked a very significant milestone. My mother and her husband made the trip from Tennessee to be with her during this important event. Throughout my entire life, my mom has fussed about her weight. In my childhood memories, I saw her as heavy, when in actuality she was average size. Her … Continue reading Like mother, like daughter
Never assume
We never spoke of his father, and it felt disrespectful to ask anyone else. I assumed he was dead. After the ceremony, standing next to my new husband in the receiving line, I knew before I saw him that something was wrong. I got that weird sensation that someone was watching me, then everything went … Continue reading Never assume
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