A Field of Onions – Part 3
“Grief does not change you, it reveals you.” ~ John Green “Life is like a field of onions; one cries while peeling it.” ~ Proverb “Molly, honey…please try to stop fidgeting, you …
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A Field of Onions – Part 2
“Grief does not change you, it reveals you.” ~ John Green “Life is like a field of onions; one cries while peeling it.” ~ Proverb “Molly….you’re going to be late, come on!” …
A Field of Onions – Part 1
“Grief does not change you, it reveals you.” ~ John Green “Life is like a field of onions; one cries while peeling it.” ~ Proverb Molly watched as the funeral director closed …
Awake!
In memory of: Evelyn Diekhaus, age 9 Hallie Scruggs, age 9 William Kinney, age 9 Katherine Koonce, age 60 Mike Hill, age 61 Cynthia Peak, age 61 And prayers for the family of Audrey Hale Do not cry for me I now play among the angels Instead shed tears for yourself Living among the demons. …
Music Lessons
“Music can change the world.” ~Beethoven I was going to be late – again. Dadgumit! I slapped at the alarm clock so it would shut up. Just about that time, I heard mom yell down the hall, “Molly, girl? You better get up. You have less than an hour before Mr. Harvey picks you up.” …
Charge Your Battery
Charging Your Creative Battery When I started the website back in November of 2022, my intent was to write a blog and short story each week. Thankfully, I have been able to make that happen until this week. What I didn’t factor in was creative burnout. It happens to us all. The ideas are there …
Evening Chant
Evening Chant – Storms of Life In memory of Garner Michael Eubanks Life can be very ironic. In Tuesday’s blog I shared about recent storms in our area, along with the storms of life. I awoke this morning to hear that my last living uncle had passed. While our family celebrates his life, I give …
Singing on the Porch
“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” ~ Dr. Seuss “Ssshhhh…” She puts her finger up to her mouth. That is my cue to be very quiet as she is listening in on a phone call. I am familiar with this routine and know the drill. It …
Humanity’s Bus
It is never too late to take a ride on humanity’s bus. You may not know that I have written poetry since grade school. Most has never been seen, but I am going to change that by sharing a piece I wrote in 2020 when it seemed our world was imploding around us. It may …
The Friendship House
The Friendship House where everyone is welcome… The summer of 1976 I was ten years old and going to hell. This proclamation was according to my Baptist preacher. Instead of attending the House of the Lord, I was playing hooky from Sunday church. To say I was happy to escape from the tomb of doom …
