Tag: truth
Missing a loved one? A special place? A special object that you once held dear? No matter what has transpired … All things beloved can be seen in the mind’s eye. -CD-W via Beloved
Entertain me with your laughter not your bravado dance for me a jig and smile when I join you Extend your hand and walk me across the water into a field of wild flowers Run without thought to catch my hat from the breeze…
The plainest coat of thinnest twine divinest in these troubled times. The finest suit on vainest man with meanest tone once business man. The sanest folk with honest speech truthful, earnest are best to teach via Nest
Category: Daily post, Daily Prompt, Dear ReadersTags: Daily post, Daily Prompt, honesty, John Lennon, poems, poetry, poets, politics, truth
I don’t ride a horse I don’t shoot a gun I eat Mexican food and barbecue and bask in Texas sun I don’t say “ain’t” I don’t chew or spit I can put on a Texas drawl, y’all but only when it fits I…
We didn’t know it at the time. It wasn’t planned. But it happened. On the walk home from our second grade class, my best friend, Vanita, and I took a wee bit of a detour. We walked down the creek bed and into the…
Category: Daily post, Daily Prompt, Dear ReadersTags: childhood, Daily post, Daily Prompt, discovery, friendships, inspiration, memories, perspective, truth
Some say it’s peculiar that I remember so much of my first few years of life. But things like the burning of a hand, or the birth of a little sister, stay with you forever. I remember helping to pin Delma’s cloth diapers around…
Category: Daily post, Daily Prompt, Novel ExcerptsTags: #amwriting, #readers, authors, Daily post, Daily Prompt, facing obstacles, family struggles, historical novel, memoir, memories, no hill for a stepper, Novel Excerpts, The Great Depression, truth, writers, writing
(pictures of my great-grandfather, Ike “Isaac Newton” Dennis) Ike mounts his beans on top of his cornbread, takes a bite, then chomps off the end of his jalapeno. Sweat is just pouring off his forehead and tears have started to roll down his…
Category: Daily post, Daily Prompt, Dear Authors, Dear ReadersTags: #amwriting, authors, Daily post, Daily Prompt, family, family struggles, Great Depression, memoirs, no hill for a stepper, novels, old photos, truth, writers, writing
At least we are together, Delma and me. It’s just another place that I plan to watch over her. I want to keep her close by, so nobody can snatch her away again. As long as I can do that, it doesn’t make no…
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Grandma parked her Ferrari and rushed through the door of the Moxie Courageous Everything Store. “I need one sturdy jump rope, two twenty-pound weights, elbow and knee pads and blue roller skates.” “Will that be all?” the salesman said. Grandma looked at…
Category: Daily post, Daily PromptTags: #amwriting, children, courage, forgiveness, grandmothers, poem, poetry, truth, writers, writing
Here I go again, on the way back to Sweetwater. Not to get a donkey but to shoot Sunshine, My Only Sunshine. Driving down the highway, Aunt Nolie doesn’t talk much, at least not with her mouth. She clutches that steering wheel like she’s…
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