A Quiet Corner of a Busy World
Some days, it feels more complicated being a godly woman than simply being a godly person. This has been especially hard for me recently as a single woman. I am at the age when 95% of my friends are already married and having kids. I have not even been on a date. As a household [...]
Last year on Valentine's, I wrote a poem for my favorite literary character. This year, it is a fanfiction diary entry. They are so cruel to me. They do not understand that he has consigned me to a terrible fate. He would have me wait in a peaceful, quiet cage, until my arm is healed… [...]
Writer's Block I sat down to write, But my ideas won’t hold words Strange, stuttering sort of author Three black crows cawing in the fog, All the songs I play are minor. I sat down to write, Of teacups, hearth, and heartache, But only poetry came out… But poetry brushed the prose out. Sentences incomplete [...]
It started with a yard sale find and a spool of thread. I have always found patchwork quilting a beautiful art. Though modern day quilting can also be very beautiful and require skill, there is something even more lovely about the humble and simple patchwork tradition. Patchwork quilts were a way of making the practical [...]
‘Be fruitful,’ how the gardeners have failed. Leaves aflame, wrathful messengers of God. We have eaten the fruit, death has been hailed. God! We’ve killed it all! All returns to sod. Earth brown and brittle, now we walk alone, The chill wind stunts growth, even of the thorn. We bury the seed, what can now [...]
Honk! Drew laid on the horn of his 1996 Buick as he came to a stop. He cranked the window down and called, “Nick, why are you sweatin’ out here, bro?” From the camp chair on the porch, Nick weakly waved the Hot Rod magazine he’d been using as a fan, “Hey man, just [...]
This is a piece of (mostly) fiction for your amusement. Gerald lived in an apartment along the Hudson and rarely left it. He would venture out if there was a particularly exciting tennis match or when an orchestra of interest was scheduled at Madison Square Garden. Otherwise, he kept to himself, and others left him [...]
My 1st grade students recently learned the fable The Ants and the Grasshopper. The ants worked hard all summer to gather grain while the grasshopper was making music on his fiddle. When winter comes, the ants have plenty to eat, but the grasshopper is sent away starving. The moral of the story is, “There’s a [...]
The concert was scheduled to begin at 9 o’clock. We arrived fashionably late, but the musicians still seemed to be tuning their instruments. After nearly a quarter an hour of this, I was beginning to wonder when the show would start when Mr. Charming leaned over and whispered, “Wonderful, isn’t it?” “What?” “The music, of [...]
Some of you had asked for more stories about M'ill and H'ill. Part 1 and Part 2 can be found here for better context. A breeze blew gently through the trees, carrying cheerful bird songs with it. Everything was peaceful and at rest in H’ill…except us. Hilda’s rake scritch-scratched in the earth, preparing the soil [...]
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