Della Lonaker
Bio
Hello Vocal Community!
💞💜 Psychology, writing, and reading are interest. Love chatting with elders. Such rewarding wisdom!
Until our minds meet again . Remember Everyday Minds Matter!
Stories (20/0)
Engine #1933
ENGINE #1933 STATIONED The sound of locomotives rang through the ears of Ted; continously. Excitement, that created a life career. The engines roar, vibration beneath the feet, crowded ticket booths, and airflow that cycled through the train station.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
Weathered
Large snowflakes fell, leaving conditions dangerous and unpredictable. Harsh temperatures stung across those faces who challenged travel. Invisible to the eye, frozen or numbness, warned - burning sensation discolored red tint covering the exposed skin – . Darkness revealed by a rare street light or local plow truck on occasion.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
Mental Mess
Everyday as humans we struggle to survive. Soon as we arrive in this so-called "life" our fight begins. For some right out the gate, born to illness, sickness, or don't even get a chance to begin. Sadly, we begin to learn how to survive, little by little, hoping we are well equipped by the age of 18. From grade school up until graduation children learn from peers and environments. The world has become so "lawsuit friendly" there is no discipline to correct bullying, poor behavior, or correct childhood development. A world of mental mess has already begun. Children are left unattended while both parents work or, for whatever reason, at young ages.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Journal
Dragons and Butterflies
There weren't always dragons in the valley. A valley where ugly fire-flamed dragons roamed deep into the earth, hidden by trees, caves, and scared nature trying to survive. Beautiful butterflies flitted among the flowers, burned to a crisp by the flames.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Fiction
Show up, be present, and say "I Love You"
Confession to Mom: Promise to Grandma What now seems like so many years ago, just shows actually time flies. Those days we rarely believe things would be how they were at times. I was learning to be an adult and enjoying what life gave me. Grandma just moved in her apartment around the late 90's. Mom, you know grandma always let us know her issues. She trusted and believe in me because I took time to listen to her. Grandma depended on me in many ways as you know. Honestly, grandma was lonely in her cute little apartment. Her sick days was lonely, you know I always dropped everything to attend to her regardless. Being set in her ways, and routine, sometimes she just wanted someone there. I couldn't ask to have those times with grandma taken from me. Yes, she would drive me crazy just like she did you and your sister.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Confessions
Why Everyday Minds Matter
Everyday Minds Matter was envisioned from thoughts or brain storming written regularly. A brown hair, brown eyed girl, designed a dream; written in crayon and marker. The final dream; folded up, sealed with a heart, that shined in pink nail polish. Protected within a jewelry box that latched without a lock. Security was when the box opened music played & the ballorina circled in dance formation. Everyday Mind’s Matter protected in deep secret held for 34 years. A secret only a seven year girl treasured for many years.
By Della Lonaker2 years ago in Longevity
