Response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt, Candle.
All candles must obey one rule: never look down. Never. This is the story of the candle who did.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt, Silence.
I watched my teacher save someone in third grade. I did not know it then but I know now. I watched this with eyes that were just beginning to see invisible things like compassion and grace. My third-grader eyes saw friends, Barbies, pizza, roller skates with sparkly purple wheels, Beverly Cleary books and my fuzzy brown and white dog, Candy, licking the window when she saw me walking up the drive. Continue reading “The Screaming Boy”
I saw a grandfather take a scolding today and love it.
Besides relaxing in the sun by the sea, I relish the beach for people watching. I roam the sand like readers do bookstores, looking for something interesting. I can’t explain what that might be aside from a curious tap on the soul when I find it.