I have had the question put to me several times in the last few years as I have walked through my journey of returning to school… “Why?” Followed by.. “I could never go back to school; it was too hard the first time.” or “Good for you!” etc.
It has been a journey and I have enjoyed 99.9% of it. It is challenging and it does make my brain hurt but growth is uncomfortable or so I have always been told. It certainly seems to be my experience. I have 2 semesters left and I will be walking across the stage once more for my Bachelor’s degree. I received my Associates last year and it was a thrill. I have been inducted into the Beta Gamma Sigma business honor society, Phi Theta Kappa and The Honors Society. Hard work has been worth all of it and my goal is to graduate Summa Cum Laude. So we shall see what happens between now and then. I am excited and honored to be a student at University of Texas @ Tyler and I can’t wait to see what life has waiting for me on the other side. But in the meantime.. I am enjoying my journey. And I am blessed beyond words to have those who have supported me through this walk and saw me through when I had doubt… and there have been times when I wanted to quit! Thank you!! I love you beyond measure!! ❤
I found this wonderful poem over at my wonderful bloggy friend Michelle Terry aka MammMickTerry She ROCKS!! 😘
by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Photo: ID: MTZ5252, Markita Szymanski
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“How about this one!”
“I don’t care mom” Marie’s boredom is obvious as they peer in the glass at the beautiful cartouche in gold and silver.
“We can have one made with your name on it. It will be here in time for your birthday!”
“Fine! Whatever! Can we go now?”
Marie touches the necklace around her neck as she recalls the memory of the Egyptian exhibit. The school trip had been a nightmare and the museum was just one more boring stop.
What she wouldn’t give to go back to The Met and see it through her mother’s eye.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers June 6, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂
If you are wondering what a cartouche is, you can follow the links in the story. I have included the definition as well as what a piece of jewelry would look like. They are beautiful and unique and I have one in gold.
“Anonymous” Contributed by Courtney Wright
I found the old boots
Right where he said
Sitting next to the mouse
Long ago dead…
They were taped at the toes
Tattered and torn
The laces were gone
The soles were worn
He wanted to wear them
None others would do
Boots were much better
Superior to shoes
“Your mother gave me those
To work in the garden you see.
I need to tend to her roses
She will be home at 3.”
I smiled down at my dad
As he placed them on the floor
How do I begin to tell him
Mom’s been gone since ‘84.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers May 18, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂
So.. yesterday was Mother’s day and while I was at home relaxing, I get a text from my neighbor. It seems a brand new fawn was just born behind their house. We share some woods between our houses and the doe had walked toward our house with her newborn. She was right next to our driveway. So we sneaked outside and found them. As soon as the momma heard us, she sprinted about 20 paces away and the baby lay down in the grass. I was able to get right up to it and take some photos so I thought I would share with you guys!
Happy Mother’s Day Momma Doe!! ❤
Photo by Kim Templin 5-13-18
This is definitely something good that happened on Mother’s Day! 🙂
PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff
“The buildings are so tall!” Her hand automatically moves up against my palm above my head.
“What color are the lights?” I asked.
“Oh! They are all colors!! Red, blue, green and gold!” Tammy exclaimed!
“And the people?” I urged
“Oh my goodness! There are people everywhere I look!”
“Are you glad we came now?” I smiled as I took her arm and we walked up 5th Avenue.
“So glad!” Her voice vibrated with excitement.
Tammy had been by my side since the accident but had never seen New York. It was wonderful to hear about it through HER eyes….
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers May 11, 2018 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link to give it a try!! 🙂
An empty Inbox and time on my hands… what to do!! I had several emails sitting in my box for weeks because I just love reading blogs from my friends and leaving comments. I don’t get to do that very often and so they will sit until I have time to read through and put in my two cents worth. Today was one of those days.
Now that school is done for the semester I will have more time to write this summer. I promise to post more and get back to my flash fiction.
I appreciate my loyal followers and my new ones!! Thanks so much for hanging out!
“Of course it doesn’t work!” Taylor growled to herself! Stupid antique is probably there as a joke. Her dead mobile was in her pocket and she was going to be late… AGAIN!
“Need to make a call?” the black leather jacket squeaked as he stuck his thumbs in his front pockets.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t work.”
“Sure it does!” He lightly rapped the top of the phone then picked up the handset. “Here ya go!”
She heard the dial tone as she put the receiver to her ear. Surprised, she turned around to say “THAN..” but no one was there.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers for July 27, 2017 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link below to give it a try!! 🙂