I am new to Vocal Media but excited for the outlet! So far in my life, most of my stories have been written for my 11 grandchildren. Looking forward to this new adventure in writing!
The Art of Letting Go
Lucy had trouble letting things go. Not in the sense that she held grudges but actual things. It was a fact that Lucy’s home was a museum of memorabilia from her life; worthless but tangible objects that were priceless to her, each infused with special memories. Lucy held on to them, year after year, unwilling to unwind herself from the security that each memory offered her.
Heart To Rescue
"Not all Those Who Wander are Lost." -C.S. Lewis I guess you could say I have always been a stray magnet. Even as a very young child I remember feeling an odd, soulful connection to the many homeless wanderers that somehow managed to find me wherever I happened to be. On the swing set in my yard, playing in the wooded area behind our house or just walking home from school, no place was immune to what I believed to be my ability to attract animals in need.
Time Waits For No Man
Ruin has taught me to ruminate, that time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death, which cannot choose, but weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Blame it on the Weatherman
I suppose I could credit my good fortune that day to the weatherman, Lying Larry. He said to expect sunshine all morning. I don’t know why I decided to believe him this day. Maybe it was because of the months of isolation, or maybe it was just due to Gracie’s incessant whining to go outside. In any case, I snapped on Gracie’s leash and stepped outside into the crisp, cool air. Immediately I saw that trusting the weatherman was indeed a mistake but by then it was too late! Gracie was pulling with all her might and off we went to take a long awaited walk.