Solitude

“Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self.” ― May Sarton.   Up until about 6 years ago I did not know what it was to be alone, nor did I ever think I wanted to be.  It was only after my divorce that the realization of the importance of being alone resonated.  Now I … Continue reading Solitude

December Skies

December was always her favorite month. She said there was something about the December sky at night; a backdrop of winter blue velvet, beautiful and silent. The diner looked the same, maybe newer, fancier ...shinier somehow.  The old man stood and looked at the diner one last time.  Memories.  A tear escaped and made its … Continue reading December Skies

Pink House on Pelican Way – Friday Fictioneers

  Pink House on Pelican Way - AR "One ...two ...three ...right here!  Make a left after the third street onto Seashell Dr.  Then a right on Pelican Way.  It is the pink house on the end."  Roni could hardly contain her excitement. He would be happy to see her.  She smiled at the thought of him.  Memories … Continue reading Pink House on Pelican Way – Friday Fictioneers

Once Upon a Time in Brooklyn – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers prompts us to write a complete story, Beginning, Middle and End, in 100 words or less. This weeks picture prompt and my story below: Photo Prompt © C.E. Ayr   Once Upon a Time in Brooklyn  - By:  Arl's World Never had he seen such a lovely creature.  He knew he must catch up … Continue reading Once Upon a Time in Brooklyn – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers – The Little Mouse That Could Inspire

The Little Mouse That Could Inspire - By Arl's World Molly sat there staring at her computer.  Blink, blink, went the cursor, how would she ever finish the book on time?  She glanced up at the clock nervously, her deadline was fast approaching.  She needed motivation, inspiration ...but what? How? Molly got up, wandering aimlessly around the tiny apartment.   She walked … Continue reading Friday Fictioneers – The Little Mouse That Could Inspire

My son, the triathlete…

This is an amazing story of sadness and joy. One persons story of triumph over tragedy. May God Bless this young man and his family. ❤

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

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You may know my son’s story. For once, I have no problem repeating it for those who do not. I have a very good reason for it that I have been bursting to share!

In 2009 my son was 25… a good looking, successful young man with a fast car, nice apartment near the coast and a very promising career. That ended on July 4th when he was left for dead in a Bournemouth alley, stabbed through the brain in an unprovoked attack.

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I have written before of the terror of the next days as he underwent brain surgery to remove the shards of shattered bone from the left hemisphere of his brain. I have told of the weeks of heartache as we waited to see if he would live or die, while his brain bled and swelled, causing further damage to the brain stem itself…

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5 Reasons Why We Don’t Like Winter in Texas

Well the Ground Hog saw his shadow, 6 more weeks of winter.  Interpretation:  more dry skin, chapped lips, endless days of grey skies and cold dreary weather.  The only good thing about winter, and I think we all agree, is a Snow Day! I will be the first to tell you that this is okay by me!  If the entire city … Continue reading 5 Reasons Why We Don’t Like Winter in Texas