I was thinking about my dad today most especially. I know many reading this blog have commented and written something about Father’s Day or their respective fathers. I think about my father all the time. But today I wondered what he would say about all the stuff that is happening in our world. I know he was an environmentalist because he loved the earth and … Continue reading On Father’s Day
A few years ago I wrote a piece titled Don’t Die Wondering inspired by a quote by Dr. Wayne W. Dyer. I published it on a website called Divine Caroline which is where I started submitting essays and poems as a guest blogger. I would get so excited when I received an email from the site telling me my poem or essay was accepted for … Continue reading Inspiration Lives On
His boss was not pleased that he had come to the big presentation without preparing anything in advance. He forgot to shave and his shirt looked like he had slept in it the night before. Little did anyone know that he had not slept at all. His presentation was supposed to sell a product that has been approved by the FDA as a miracle hair … Continue reading The Hair Pill
“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of the intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the beauty in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that one … Continue reading On Success
There is a song my mother sang about the flower of her town apparently it sprung up all around, All you had to do was look at it and it would make you smile. The claim is no one who lived there ever carried a frown. Old wives told her that the reason why hummingbirds loved to hover over was because as legend had it … Continue reading The Flower of My Town
I now have lived long enough to know the real essentials in life. The reminders flow into my life constantly. All I need to do is look at a photograph of my grandsons or look deeply into the eyes of my husband or children and everything is put into perspective. I find myself researching my roots and trying to remember memorable events about my childhood. … Continue reading Great Essentials of Life
I am at the lottery office cashing in on my ticket; I am a billionaire. It must be a practical joke but the check looks real and best of all I have no taxes to pay. I have told no one yet. I want to surprise people like the guy on that old 60’s show: The Millionaire.The first thing I will do is hire a … Continue reading Did you hear? Daily Prompt: You’re a Winner!
This is in response to a Writing Prompt challenge at http://todaysauthor.wordpress.com/ The Bus Driver The bus driver looked familiar, but she couldn’t figure out how she knew him. Anna dropped six quarters into the coin slot and as she walked to take the first available seat, she remembered. It was Mr. Davis, her former piano teacher. Her hands started shaking. She caught him … Continue reading Writing prompt Challenge for Today’s Author
I am a great fan of Dr. Wayne Dwyer and have read all of his books. I love reading anything inspirational. Most recently I read his book, Inspiration. One phrase caught my attention and has resonated in my mind: “Don’t die wondering.” I just celebrated my sixty-first birthday and I never thought I would spend the day in such a stupor. It seemed that … Continue reading “Don’t Die Wondering!” Did you hear that?
Everyone who was old enough to remember will be able to say exactly where they were and how they reacted to the news of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I remember that afternoon vividly. I was in the sixth grade and our teacher, Miss McCann would teach us math after recess. She was very stern but we loved her dearly. I remember her … Continue reading Memories of a Passing
Memory of a Sale by Melba Christie It was a crisp and sunny day in October. Columbus Day to be exact and she had the day off because her boss was a native Italian from Genoa and he had made it a tradition to close the small men’s clothing factory where my mother … Continue reading Memory of a Sale