and Purposeful Prose
This month my dad celebrated his 75th birthday. Well, I celebrated it. He says that he doesn't celebrate birthdays anymore. Store bought again. I really should learn to bake a cake. I'm sure I can do it. One of these days... My grandma baked cakes. When I was a kid I remember her bringing us [...]
It's not my fault. Andrew made me do it. (No, he didn't make me go insane.) He said that I need to get back to blogging. And not because he wants me out of his hair. He says that he would prefer to keep me all to himself but I need to write. As he [...]
I think it's time It's time for tea! I hear the kettle calling me So why do I labor to write this poem? My gut has replied It's starting to groan. "Type faster! Type faster!" "It's time for tea!" The kettle keeps calling "Please come join me!" "A cup of my finest will do you some [...]
I lost it last night. I don't know what happened. I believed what I wrote in "Rest." I believed that I was doing better and that I would find that balance, but then I lost it. Something that disappointed me came to mind. Unfortunately, I've kind of got stuck on analyzing everything. I wanted to [...]
I'm fortunate to be watered My life isn't the same The Lord is my shelter So I'm standing in the rain. Tina S.W. March 3, 2020 Taken while we were parked at the pharmacy drive-thru. Andrew: You're taking a blurry photo out the window? Me: Mmhmm. He still doesn't quite get us creative types, but [...]
[grandma and grandpa] My grandpa was a poet like myself. I was quite young when He passed away, but what I do remember is him showing me how to shell peas, his postcard collection, and the little office where he connected with his friends via his two-way radio. He adored his Citizens band radio. Grandpa [...]
