BLOGGY DESTINATION SPOT

Today I am participating in Blog Tour Monday; so in a way my blog is an actual bloggy destination spot.  David Ellis at Too Full To Write asked me to be your tour guide today and before I finish this post I will be introducing another blogger who will continue Blog Tour Monday next week.…

TEACH ME EMPATHY

Originally posted on Laura A. Lord:
A little while back I threw myself into a project that terrified me. After multiple attempts at joining my writing with another’s, and being burnt every time, I once again gave it a shot. I wrote to a woman here on WordPress, someone whose poetry was unspeakably beautiful, and…

THE HASTY TRADITION

DPChallenge – Power of Names I love traditions. I love to keep them and l love to create them. I think sometimes that my entire day is planned around tradition. Some people might call them routines but if you stick with a routine long enough it becomes tradition. My family didn’t really have a strong…

UNNOTICED

My fictional poem below is inspired by a true story where a woman was found in her home after being dead for six years.  HOW?  They said nobody noticed due to automatic bill pay.  WHAT?  Saddens me greatly.  I am sorry… you were unnoticed. She never left her home Neighbors mowed her yard I thought…

LEAVE IT TO BEAVER KILLED THE MAGIC

It was bound to happen eventually. “Mom?” I was getting ready for a party when my 9 year old sauntered in slowly trying not to smile as if she had a secret. “I know you don’t want me to grow up so fast but…” she said as she tried to contain what seemed like embarrassment. …

HOW I SELF PUBLISHED

DAILY PROMPT: RIGHT TO BRAG Ok I have been promising a post about how to self publish.  I am terrible at writing instructions and I suspect it is because I rarely read instructions.  There are many different ways to self publish but I am going to summarize what I did and what I learned.  Check…

ONE TEXT

Depression watched her sitting in the dark stairwell smearing her cheeks with snot and mascara.  Nights for her were always like this; they slept she wept.  He had been seducing her for months and she never failed to meet him here.  Tonight, he would kiss her until she had no breath left and he would…

YOUR HELP IS NEEDED

I don’t know Merry well enough to write a post as beautifully as TwinDaddy did. I did however write a short poem and hope that we as a community of bloggers can help another who is in need. Please read this post for details on how you can help. When there is no place else…