He Came as a Child

I love the pencil scrawls of a young child. The words are out of proportion, misspelled, and the sentences are incomplete and full of grammar mistakes. But, I love to read and see these early attempts at writing. It is a glimpse into the thoughts of that young child....

Frost Doesn’t Reach…

“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken,...

Where Three Rivers Meet

Rivers flow, pouring strong from their source. The river touches places along the way– banks, logs, stones. The river touches people and plants. The things touched by the river know not the source of the river. The river makes its way around any obstacles in its...

I am a Fraction

My youngest is learning about fractions. For example: If you divide a circle into four equal parts, and shade one of those parts, then what fraction of the circle is shaded?  Answer: 1/4 It got me thinking, though, about people, and how all of us are like fractions,...

Loss to Life

The Five Minute Friday writing prompts challenge a different writing muscle… to write off the cuff, no editing, on a different prompt each week. Give it a try… I’ve enjoyed them. You can find them at the Gypsy Mama. Today’s prompt is...

Home- a Five Minute Post

On Fridays, I often like to participate in a fun little writing exercise called “Five Minute Friday” at Lisa-Jo’s website, the Gypsy Mama. Simply write for five minutes, unedited, for the pure joy of writing. No editing allowed. Lisa-Jo provides a...