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…

A poem —

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. …

dreams of night September’s Fourth Week Prompt of Lifeline — night dreams at night I slowly pass into the blackness of sleep, quietly breathing in the essence of new and long forgotten times finding myself in places where some look familiar and others take me away to unknown places and people or…

Poetry — from earth to sky and back — the crinkles above my brow disappeared tears fell away I came into my own upon this autumn day nature blew leftover leaves that settled in my hair I wore them like a crown then tossed them in the air I imagined I was queen that ordered all that flew to land upon…

treasured moments September’s Third Week Prompt of Lifeline — Life’s Everyday Treasures sitting outside or working outdoors comes to mind as treasured moments when early in the day you can smell the fresh scent of greenery around you and listen to birds chirping joyfully about their day it’s beautiful music to the ears at a…

Poetry — where scented flowers grow — when you find the man/woman you are looking for do they wear you like their most loved and most comfortable shirt a perfect fit do they allow your brilliance to shine even if brighter than their own can they love every inch of you your wonderfulness and your periods of stasis are they there for…

Poem — a winter story — appearing on a winter’s night the cold so bitter it showed its might winds pressed and whipped my face in a fury of a blizzard’s pace a sudden transformation fanned that swirled into a white-dusted snowman he came to cheer the kids at play and for those who arrived that had lost their…