Shirley Belk
Bio
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with
Stories (59/0)
What I Need You To Know
Over the course of a twenty year marriage you gave me many things. Things like financial security, an occasional shoulder to cry on, a sounding board in the times I was perplexed at the world, a laugh or two, another ticket at the movies, flowers on special occasions, a shared political view, and help with the animals in our lives.
By Shirley Belk13 days ago in Humans
Little Kya & Her Lessons
I don't know a soul that wouldn't fall in love with little Kya from the movie, "Where the Crawdads Sing." Long locks of curly brown hair all free and flowing wild encircle an adorable round face with pouty pink lips and dark, soulfully sad eyes. But beyond those eyes, and from deep within, there lies hidden the heart of a tiger. She is a survivor.
By Shirley Belk8 months ago in Geeks
What I Don't Like About Myself
I bet you think it kind of strange to be writing crap like this. I wonder if anybody will bother reading into my self-discovery. Maybe you've had these same kind of journeys from within? But, what the heck, I'm still going to write it all down. Maybe I'll change or change the way I feel about myself? Maybe not, but I need practice with my writing skills and organizing my thoughts. I believe they call this discipline? Yes, right off the rip, I recognize that I'm not too disciplined. I get bored way too easily. I have hundreds of unfinished projects. I suppose that labels me as a starter and not a finisher? Ideas flow through my head continually, but it's unbelievably difficult for me to harness just one. For instance, including this story, I have twelve unfinished drafts.
By Shirley Belk8 months ago in Motivation
To My First Love
I had not thought of you in quite some time. Oh, every now and then, your distant memory would come to the windows of my world and look in for just awhile. You and your blue eyes and snarky smile were whimsically seen but swiftly dismissed. But this time, well....you demanded to be let in. You intruded very unexpectedly, in fact.
By Shirley Belk9 months ago in Families
Crystal
Patrick was my friend. He listened to me. He understood me. There was never any judgment. His strong physique was not only beautiful, but very comforting. When we were together, I felt safe. There were no promises or hidden hopes between us, but somehow, what we had...well, that was enough. Our relationship somehow got us through the fears, the underlying hurts, and the unknown in the the world we both had harshly known and were trying to live in. The demons and monsters quieted for a short while each time we were together.
By Shirley Belk9 months ago in Psyche
My Summer Go-to Recipe
We live in the South. It's summertime. Enough said. Did you already get a picture of the blaring heat and humidity that makes you lose your mind and want to slap somebody silly? Well, you would if you lived in north Louisiana during those long, hot summer months with absolutely no air to breathe. And who wants to eat under those conditions? Nobody! So I knew I would have to come up with something that kept my family cool on the inside, their sweet tooth satisfied, and their mouths full. (We avoid hangry to keep the slapping down to a minimum.)
By Shirley Belk9 months ago in Feast
Bobby Spooner
"A life experience is an experience that changes an individual. This is associated with hardships, problems, risk taking, effort and originality whereby individuals stretch themselves to improve their character, talents and knowledge." simplicable.com/en/life-experience
By Shirley Belk10 months ago in Families
Yea Though I Walk
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. But then again, there hadn't been a need for them. No need until now...until the new society took over. It had unseeingly crept up from the gutters like a black fog, saturating every crevice and nook, choking all the good out of this place where the only truth left in our world was so cold and bare and ugly that even the strongest among us turned face to it. All the darkness left was a soul-less abode where our children would never be allowed to grow up in freedom. The dragons would make sure of that.
By Shirley Belk10 months ago in Fiction
