A Rhymer Writes

Pic: Flickr creative commons       My blogging class is over (😢) and the class and I will start learning some coding and web development next semester. Some of my students are still blogging a bit and my own daughter has started her own blog so keep checking out the links here for those student blogs.      I took some time off of almost everything that didn't relate to family and work for the last month.  I had a very nice holiday for the Thanksgiving/Christmas break. Our family took a fun trip to the Gatlinburg area (more on that in another blog post!) and enjoyed family and relaxation for the New Year week. Now that I am feeling mostly refreshed on to the next thing. Which is.....      Goals for 2018! I don't really set resolutions. I don't feel like "resolute" really defines the way I tackle any new thing. Although I'd love it to... it's just not the truth. I'm not sure "admirably purposeful" or "unwavering" is re

Broken things Broken swings. Broken days,  Broken ways. Broken prayers, Broken cares. Broken things Won't break me. Have you ever allowed something small to hinder something big in your life? My personal prayer spot use to be this old, well loved swing in my front yard. It was a favorite spot of mine. I swang my babies on it when they were tiny. I've had lots of long conversations on it through the years. I've cried with friends and family there. I've laughed with loved ones on it.  I especially loved to sit there in the early morning with a cup of tea or coffee, my prayer journal and God. Several months ago it broke. Since then I've really been struggling to resurrect my prayer life. I have been mourning my "perfect" prayer spot and not allowing myself to move on. Sure, I've spent time in prayer since my swing broke but it hasn't been the same, concerted, focused effort that it use to be.  Why? Perhaps because we're such

Memories are powerful things. They can bring emotions to the  forefront of your mind with the whiff of a familiar scent or the sight of a treasured object. A funny joke can make you remember someone dear who use to tell it. Something that was irritating to you becomes endearing in your memory of that person.  We lost my mother in law to cancer several years back. In the first few years the memories of her were so painful to me. I would often associate them with my loss. As the years have passed it has become so much easier to remember her with love, with a chuckle, with the fondness that we shared. Losing her was losing my best friend. It was hard to sort through all of the emotions. Those early memories, while painful, yes, were cathartic. They helped me to heal. And now that they aren't so raw they bring me great comfort. One memory that I love about my mother in law was her devotion to the discount store  Dollar Tree.  She loved to shop there. And she did so frequently.

Image: Google images Here is a list of one word writing prompts to challenge you. My lone homeschool student will be using these for writing assignments over the next month or so. I am challenging you to create something using one of these themes as a creative writing project. Write a poem, short story, flash fiction (drabble), journal entry, blog post, etc. Leave me a comment and let me know which one you choose! Stay tuned for mine! fall bears Louisiana sparkle unknown love failure umbrella music beginning childhood soft worship dawn hungry patience