I am an imaginative creative writer who enjoys playing with words like a kid with crayons. If it isn't fun, why do it?
Skills and Expertise
I write short stories, poetry and plays for children and adults. I strive to write stories that uplift and entertain. Even if the story is sad, I always try to include a message of hope. I also enjoy writing a good tingly romance or an uplifting story where I can escape into my characters' lives. I also write humour, nonfiction articles and press releases.
I am participating in the BarAThon with the blogging group, Blog a Rhythm for the weeks of June 14 to 30th. Today's prompt is "War and Pieces." I did a poem for today's challenge. War and Pieces Pieces of shrapnel, pieces of bone Pieces of metal, pieces of stone, Fly-covered corpses, their blood
brownish-red Survivors wish that they, too, were
dead. War hungry maniacs with evil goals Destroying lives and shattering souls, Power hungry men, they always want
more Making life harder for the sick and
the poor, Everywhere, despair increases Such is the life, with war and pieces
I love Jonathan Lockwood Huie's daily quotes and inspirational posts. Today he writes that it’s important to look for the small
miracles of daily life instead of always waiting for the big miracles which may
or may not happen. Everything is a Miracle Each day we
see small miracles all around if we open our eyes and minds to see them. Here is a
small miracle, a beautiful photo that my son Rory took of his walk in the woods with
our dog, Loup during the snowfall yesterday. I think it’s so magical when the
snow clings to the trees like this as if they fairies came by and dusted snow
on each branch. So picturesque. Maybe I won’t be so in awe of the snow by March
but right now it looks gorgeous on the trees as the first snowfall of the winter.
another small miracle. I shared a wonderful post about writing by my good
friend Shailaja that is definitely worth a read. The-real-reason-you-should-write At that same
moment in time, Shailaja said she received my snail mail card which travel…
I am particpating in the Barathon with the blogging group, Blog a Rhythm for the week of June 14 to 30th, a fortnight of blogging as they say in India. I almost forgot that a fortnight means two weeks. Such a fun British term.
Today's prompt is "The Fault in our Stares." The theme for the week is "Seven" which I have no idea how to incorporate into today's post, other than this memory took place in the 19 SEVENties. There, I did it! PHEW!
This is a memory I have of volunteering as a candy striper in a hospital when I was about thirteen. A loud garbled
cry comes from the small shrunken man in the hospital bed. He drools from the
side of his sagging mouth, his red tinged eyes pleading, as he tries to get my
attention. I have just
started working as a candy striper and Monsieur Couvrette scares me with his
pitiful cries and pathetic look. Most of the time, I try to avoid him as he
seems so angry. He lies in
the bed, sad, helpless, shriveled and shrunken, his skin…