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
New Baby Love
What is love? Even before a child is born, a mother begins to have a connection with someone she really doesn't know. Love begins in her mind, her imaginations, her hopes, her dreams. She forms a picture of what love will look like, who love will look like, how love will act towards her.
This is a collection of all the tasks required and linked together for the following challenges: The Frosted Primrose: Publish your record book using the template below (roughly) upon completion, linking to all the corresponding stories and creators mentioned, and claim your title of The Frosted (or Crystal) Primrose with a personal reflection of the season.
Hot Tea (yes)
My Personal Comfort List for the Winter Season-things to do-would include the following: ~Waking up later instead of sooner (When you are retired, you get this option. In fact, I believe you have earned it. Now, if I could just convince the fur population in my household of this!)
Divine or Divination
She knew better to have gone to that woman's place. She had been warned. But curiosity had compelled her. Now, all that she could think about is how terrible a choice it had been. So, now she would be living out the consequences of her foolishness. She was sure of that, by all that was right and holy. Even if it had been with the best of intentions.
This is part of the seasonal challenge by Gary Ragnarsson. This task was a labor of love for me because I have loved so very many of your stories. Each comment I have made has been heartfelt and I hope each of you know exactly how special you are. I'm blessed to have access to so very much talent across the globe through this platform called Vocal! Thank you for sharing the "beautiful things" in your stories & poems!
No Other Way to Explain It
I remember when we met for the first time. My oldest daughter, seventeen years old, had friends over and you came along with them. I had heard about you before, though. You and your two brothers were well known and respected in the small town we all lived in. You were the middle brother, the best looking one, they had said. You were recently divorced and a friend had thought (out loud to me) that she believed we would make a good match. She had dated the youngest brother. I quickly dismissed that thought.