Daily Prompt: Playtime
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you? Photographers, artists, poets: show us PLAY. I’m always playing, at least inside my head. I’m always spinning stories and hanging out with...
View ArticleDaily Prompt: This Much is True…Yet Not So True
For today’s prompt, (I) tell us three things that you believe in your heart to be true. (II) Tell us three things you believe in your heart to be false. I. This much is true, that all men must die no...
View ArticleWeekly Photo Challenge: On The Move
My little prince loves his fire truck and he loves to go driving around the neighborhood – complete with his sunglasses that even has lights that blink along the side – like he owned the place. He has...
View ArticleDreamer
what do little boys dream of? I ponder as they lie in bed fast asleep in their slumber do they ever wonder of life’s questions, so stark and so deep? do they see the things we now see as we watch our...
View ArticleDon’t Take My Word For It – Reading Rainbow for the New Generation
I can’t remember when I first heard those words spoken again and again, at the end of a blurb about a book I couldn’t wait to read for just as Mister Burton said, I shouldn’t take his word for it,...
View ArticleWordless Wednesday
Filed under: Random thoughts Tagged: children, park, play, wordless wednesday
View ArticleHappy Father’s Day
It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. - Johann Friedrich von SchillerFiled under: Quotes Tagged: children, daughters, fathers, fathers day, quotes, sons
View ArticleFirst Hair Cut
My little boy had his first hair cut today after his father cut his bangs too short So I told him we had to get his hair fixed before someone was going to get hurt So off we went to the nearby coffee...
View ArticleBeach day
Though I live about 2 miles away from a family-friendly lagoon, and four miles from the main beach, I’m not such a fan of the water. But this morning, after discovering that there’s a spot of sand...
View ArticleWitness
I have two witnesses when I write at my writing desk – my 6-year-old son, when he’s home from school, and my little 8-year-old dog, who sits by me every time I write. My dog stays with me from the...
View ArticleSkyline
“Let’s look at the ocean, mom,” my little one says as he takes a seat on the pavement and looks up ahead where I see more than just the ocean but the harbor I call home, “It’s beautiful, mom. Isn’t...
View ArticleIt’s Okay to be Different
Did you know it's okay to be different? my son said to me today when I told him he needed to fit in, that way things will be okay.
View Articlesoup
he ate the soup you made for him a few weeks before you died. it was sitting in the freezer with a strip of masking tape over the lid, his father's name written in your hand.
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