Teaching and Loving the Students — From the movie, Motherless Brooklyn, quote from actor Ed Norton playing Lionel Essrog: “Frank said anyone teaching God’s love while they hit you with a stick should be ignored on every subject.” Can anyone relate to this quote? Catholic school memories could take you down this path if you went…

How we compare — This story stems from a writing prompt given to our writing group when I was in college. “Zeus, aged, like the wind in his hair, but strong and virile as a youth, climbs Olympus and opens the mountain’s eye and reaches in to take the light that molds to his…

Fiction Short — Once upon a hill lived an old woman with scraggly grey hair wrapped in a bun. Wisps of curls laced her face top and side like bunches of frayed cotton balls. She rarely went to the market or outside except to tend her garden and then only on Sundays. …

Poetry — the noise and quiet of life — noisy mowers edgers making fine neat lines to lawns trees bent and chopped traffic buzzing by cars blocking driveways keeping a neighbor prisoner ears stinging then ringing when they stop until they start again why might we like the quiet of a solitary island when an empty house only pleases when work must…

regarding what makes a good writer WORDS ARE OUR MOST INEXHAUSTIBLE SOURCE OF MAGIC — HobbyLark.com There are many parts to being a good writer. Something in us says “Write!” But that word doesn’t always come at an early age or any specific age. Magic bubbles when the spell is…

like trees that weather or wither May’s Fourth Week Prompt of Lifeline — elements of nature loving a partner taking time to speak the truth bringing harmony relationships, like trees needing a trim to keep it in shape raggedy branches laying on the ground not very green leaves are sparse …

Poetry — a night with the moon I am imperfect like you but shine in shadows that bring light you change but remain original in shape I embrace those changes to shed the past, to remain beautiful, to be wise, and grow in imagination I see you, and stardust fills…