Tears. It doesn’t take much to move me to tears. As a kid, I was often poked fun at because I cried easily. It was only in my adult life that I became able to embrace them, to realize my tears expressed what was in my heart. There once was a woman, who in plain view...
It was a short conversation, but one from the heart. In just a few minutes, the tears rolled down her cheeks as emotions rose quickly to the surface. Our eyes often become the outlet for our hearts. Tears are a common occurrence in each of our lives, although the...
Each Friday my writing stems from a word prompt. Five minutes, one word prompt. The prompt this week is … Collect. As soon as see the word prompt, I remember the verse. I have this problem I have struggled with since I was a kid. My brother often teased me by...
Friday means looking at the word prompt and joining Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday. One word prompt. Five minutes. No editing. Many of us writing on that same word. Today’s prompt is …Â Collect. There are days I wonder my own existence, perhaps it happens to...
Dear Weary Mom – Years ago, when I was in the throes of toddlerhood & probably complaining about the “terrible two’s, someone responded, “Little children, little problems. Big children, big problems.” I never forgot that. It really...
