Born a lover of stories. I love to read, write and tell them. Tales of inspiration, resilience and struggle.
A life long learner, I enjoy nothing more than sharing interesting and useful things I have learned so far.
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The Loss of A Dream
On the outside, she tried so hard to exude gratefulness. And she truly was extremely grateful ….. Yet on the inside she frequently found herself curled tightly into the fetal position willing deep breaths to manage the constant state of overwhelm.
The Fruit of Hope
She (and her husband) were the only ones who knew the secret of why this was the best tree in the neighborhood. Not only was its fruit the most delectable, it was also abundant beyond reasonable. The foliage was lush and the tree seemed to grow at such an unnatural rate.
The End is the Beginning
It was not that she had planned extensively. No. She had simply reached the end. Staring pensively at the ice fragments, her breath caught at the beauty. The snow had all but melted leaving only a few dusty patches in shaded areas around the small pond. The longer days warmed the icy edges of the water creating an ever shrinking plate of glass in the center of the tiny lake. Curious, she wondered if it would support her weight.
The Grand Arrival
"Lateness is a discourtesy to others." She always heard this quote in the voice and impatient clipped manner of Headmaster Stimson in the movie Clockwise played by none other than John Cleese.
A Bunch of Bull
Raised by vegetarian parents I often felt like the odd one out. Potlucks, restaurants and eating at friends was always so awkward.
Marigold She looked at the peacefully sleeping 3 year old in his tiny bed. So content and oblivious to the storm that was about to alter the rest of his little life. Unable to sleep, she just gazed at her blond little boy as tears dripped softly out of the corner of her eyes. She could not sleep agonizing over the coming day. She didn’t know if she could do what needed to be done. And yet she must.
Jeffery walked the same path everyday. In the morning the shadows fell on the sidewalk. On his way home the sidewalk was sunny and hot.
Tucked in the crook of the uniformed arm of the Air Canada commercial pilot, was a tiny bundle. Descending the stairs from the cockpit gingerly he made it apparent that his cargo was precious.. Scanning the sparse crowd in the waiting area of the small town airport shelter he picked out the well dressed couple standing off by themselves. The woman wore a stylish cloche hat over her freshly styled bouffant accompanied by a red tailored coat. Her companion, though not as flashy, was dressed in a comfortable blazer and looked the part of a young professional.