A Christmas Miracle
The Christmas Season. A time to put up the tree and the lights and to celebrate. The time of year for giving. The time of year to expect miracles. A time for family and close friends. A time for office parties and block parties. A time to be merry and jolly.
Sharing my Favourites
Woohoo, my 1.2.3 Challenge has come to an end and it's time to share my favourites! You can find the details here. Thank you to everyone who participated. I loved reading the wonderful entries! You can find a full list of all the poems at the end.
What is Scribble Writing?
What is scribble writing? Scribble writing is a very simple thing to explain. Scribble writing is what I call the writing I do when I don’t have the time to write something more substantial. Or it is often things that I write in between writing large, more immersive stories. Scribble writing is often where my poems come from. Sometimes they get published on their own. Other times I hold on to them until they ripen.
The Essence of a Woman
I remember back in those days. I remember the laughter. I remember the pain. I remember my family. And I remember my friends. Cora Jenkins was my best friend. We met in church since we were little girls. We grew up together. We ate together. We played together. When all those little boys and all those little girls at school was mean to me. Cora stood up for me. Cora would even make breakfast for me when I moved out of my family home. Cora was my favorite. I loved Cora and Cora loved me. We were friends for life. Cora has her family with Emmitt. Emmitt sweep Cora off her feet. And they were happy together for a very long time. I knew everything about them, their love, their fights, and their arguments. Don't you know Cora would call me up early in the morning just to settle an argument she had with Emmitt. I also had a family Peggy Evers. I was like Cora, a Southern Bell. I loved night walks with Jerry. Jerry was White and I was Black. And we got a long just like everyone else. We had our issues and we had our love. We were crazy about each other. And we would not let anything get between us.
Explore a Moment in Your Life Where You Grappled With Your Concept of Identity
Meta Description: Identity is a complex tapestry woven from the threads of our experiences, beliefs, and relationships. In the journey of life, there often comes a moment when this tapestry is tested, and we find ourselves grappling with the very essence of who we are. This introspective journey invites you to explore such a moment, a delicate intersection of self-discovery.
Thanksgiving. A time to spend with your family and close friends. A time to be grateful for the things that we have. A time for making memories, good and bad.
When I want Success
Since I have been in Cleveland I've not had the best luck looking for jobs. I've only ever had three the nursing home job as their part-time receptionist, Taco Bell Cantina (e.i went out of business.), McDonald's on the east side (didn't give me a schedule nor did they know I got hired), and a few others. It's not been the best track record until recently.
Wild Wonders: Exploring the Animal Kingdom
Hello readers, I hope you're all doing well today. In this article, we will be diving into the fascinating world of the animal kingdom, exploring its wonders and providing an in-depth overview of the various species that inhabit our planet.
10 mistakes to avoid- I did as a writer
Certainly! Let's delve into more detail on each of the mentioned writing mistakes: 1. **Lack of Planning:** A common mistake writers make is diving into their work without a clear plan. Writing without an outline or structure can result in a disorganized and confusing piece. Planning is crucial for ensuring that your ideas flow logically and cohesively. Take the time to create an outline that outlines your main points and the order in which you want to present them. This simple step can significantly enhance the overall quality of your writing.
Lawyer Lincoln's Story
I believe a man should not be judged by his color at all. A man should be judged by the actions he takes. By his mentality and ways. Justice should be blind to race, color and all other formalities. Our society must avail above ignorance. Our society must believe that all men are created equal. And in that belief should we be established as a better union. I am Abe Lincoln born Abraham Lincoln. As I finished my opening statement in the court room. A little history, did you know I was born with not much. I was born with a little but I had a mother, an Angel who taught me how to fight for myself. That Angel helped me be the man that I am today. That Angel gave me hope when I felt that no loved me in this world. That Angel's principles guided me in every course of my life. And yes I had a father, Tom. I learned at an early age that hard work and diligence means greatness. And now after reading every book I could possibly read and learning on my own. After teaching myself, after basic education about the law and after many tries entering law school. After passing law school as one of the best law student. And after becoming a young politician and seeing the major debate of our times which is slavery. I saw slavery when I was growing up. I saw the ugly and demeaning issue. And I helped a few slaves in my past. I really am disgusted and disturbed by the issue. It reminds me of a worse version of what I've been through as a child. Tom, my father did worked hard on my upbringing. I had to give up school at a young age because my father needed me to work the field for the family. I didn't mind taking care of my sister because she was younger than me and mother would wanted me to. But I knew school would make the difference. School would choose between being something and being nothing. The good side of my upbringing is I would spend my out of school childhood reading books, both the academic and the popular. And it was when I met Mary Todd that I had a desire to be something more. Especially when Mary Todd's family were well off. Mary had the same issue as me. She was traumatized by losing her mother. Her father was a little less harsher than mines. I asked her out a few times after seeing her when my father would come to her town to sell the farm goods. And my father had me working for other farmers so the family could make ends meet. I would not say it was instant love between me and Marry but it was love at first sight. I never loved anybody as hard as I loved Mary. Mary was beautiful and darling. Mary was simply love like my mother, my Angel.
War & Thanksgivings
It was way passed 1774 when the Continental Congress declared Independence. And the war has been raging for many years, we had some wins and some losses. The colonists had the odds stack against them. And they were tired. And they were worn. And they were weary. Yet they wanted justice. They wanted justice for their families. They wanted justice for their children. They wanted justice for their lands. And they weren't ready to give up. They weren't ready to give in. The colonists had fearless leaders from the Continental Congress to the Generals and one of them was George Washington. Washington invested everything he had in the war. And he was determined to win. He was determined to fight to the bitter end. He was experienced and disciplined in duty and service. And he knew how to effectively move Congress and his men. Most people in those days called him the General. The General was always giving his troops, parties and paying for marriages and giving awards when they completed a mission. The General was well protected and well loved by his troops. Everywhere he went there were colonists who became apart of the cause. There were colonists who willingly spied on British Redcoats. There were colonists who risk their lives to help us. And the colonists were united. Those Redcoats were merciless. They were cruel. They treated the colonists like servants even in their own house. And they ate their food, took their clothes, consume their supplies and lied in their Master's Bedroom by order of the King, King George. King George ordered that if the colonists resisted giving the Redcoats access to their goods then the Redcoats could arrest them, attack them or convict them. The colonists were fed up and willing to die for the cause. They knew that they could not look back.
- Top Story - November 2023
50,000 Words Challenge
Guess what? I finished that "50,000 words writing challenge" thing a couple days ago! First though - I'm not calling it NaNoWriMo anymore for a reason. Some serious allegations against that organization have been circulating in the past week or so and I'd rather not be promoting them anymore. At least not until after they actually tell us what happened, address their problems, and fix their issues. Maybe then. We'll see.