and Purposeful Prose
I've been saving this one for so long my bananas are mushy. Nevertheless, even an overripe banana can be made into banana bread. If you're superstitious then you may throw daggers at me (or bananas) but I'm not one bit superstitious. There is the odd superstition that's pretty super. It's quite sensible to avoid running with [...]
This is a little add on to my "The Sound of Rain" post. Andrew and I watched Louie Anderson's comedy act last night. When Louie got to the bit about rain I told Andrew that I needed to look this one up on Youtube. It's the perfect offset. Accepting Jesus' authority doesn't mean that life [...]
Continued from The Path... The beginning of this story starts HERE. Andrew was a lot like mushrooms after a bad rain. He just kept popping up. I never complained about this either. Since he worked at the other end of the mall, he’d drop by on his lunch breaks. So for the next month I [...]
Continued from Stepping Stones... The beginning of this story starts HERE. When I met batchelor #1 I was unemployed. Though I went out looking for work, I struggled to hand out resumes. Some days I didn't apply for a single job. Fear and doubt kept getting the better of me. On reflection, if I hadn't [...]
Down in the Dumps Why do I feel so crummy? Down and oh so glummy I don't want to end this poem With a word like tummy or yummy. Drats… Tina S.W. May 1, 2020 May 1st May 1st? When did that happen? Only yesterday it was April. Ha… I like that one. ☺ Tina [...]
Yep, when I saw this photo of Ant-man I thought, nevermind a photo of ants, this will do nicely. So awesome. So funny. This one makes me smile and laugh forsure. Photo credit goes to Pixabay.com user Johnny Gutierrez. So last year our plight was white mold. This year it's ants. In the 7 years [...]
Tom was a jovial man. He had 2 cats, a dog and a parrot named Pippa. Every morning, as Tom opened his crisp morning paper, Pippa would cry out, "No news is good news! No news is good news!" She'd heard her parrot papa recite this many times upon finishing his morning read. Of course [...]
Alright, I can prove that there's English in my blood despite the fact that my husband insists that I'm more Irish and Scottish. This is likely due to the fact that His "da's" ancestory is Scottish. Leuk! Ah cannae speak like that! I can't do accents. When I described this post to Andrew, I tried [...]
Pippi's Poetry 