ASSAULT ON SE TEXAS -by Don Ortolano

I received this email last Friday and wanted to share what my friend wrote.  It reminds me of C.S. Lewis’s THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS, which is among my favorite written work. As my friend was in Texas enduring Harvey’s violence I was sitting here in Oklahoma wishing I could help somehow.  Other than writing a few…

UNCLEAR

So many of us have an unclear perspective of ourselves.  We can’t see what other people see.  Why?  Well… We all see things differently. For every 10 people who find me unattractive another 10 will find me average and yet another 10 will find me beautiful.  I think the trick is to practice selective listening.…

HER SILENCE

Written by: Peter Olsen Blogger at: The Razor’s Edge I have no poetry No song No creative thought to help me. My voice…she has escaped. On the long journey away. How I have missed that spirit Who guides every stroke of my pen. That quiet sweetness and angst But alas she has left me. In the…

DEAR KID (AT WHATEVER AGE)

*Put your armor on for this one. DEAR KID (AT WHATEVER AGE) Written by Tammi Velez Blogger at: Velezita   I’m talking to you, the one with the difficult life. You, the kid, who can not understand why the other kids on the school bus are so happy about weekends, and summer break. Because I…

ALIVE

ALIVE Written by Rachel E Bledsoe Blogger at: The Misfits of a Mountain Mama I can breathe. The early morning hours announce, “It is time.” Writers, the real ones I know, keep strange bedfellows with those fleeting hours before dawn. I am no different. The clock says 1:34 a.m. and I lay there trying to…

HERE WE GO NOW

HERE WE GO NOW Written by Amy NEW blogger : Out Of The Ashes Of My Life   2016. The Year that I vowed to open my heart to life again. To love. Here we go now. Opening my heart means being open to everyone, and everything…. and that includes being open to the Catholic…

THE CYCLE

  THE CYCLE written by Mandi Castle Blogger at: Mandi Castle It starts again. The cycle. The never ending punch in the gut, jolt to the heart, baffling cycle. The first stage: Denial “Have you talked to mom?” The question I hate to hear when one of my four brothers calls. “Yes.” I close my…