This title doesn't necessarily answer the prompt nor does it really encompass how I feel about certain organized religions. I could on and on about each one I've been. But my early days in religion were with my youth group in high school. I was fifteen years old and me and the majority of my... Continue Reading →
CW: death of family member I can't really remember what color it was, maybe black or a beige shade. Those are the colors that come to mind when I picture any rotary phone. Nonny's was something special, though. It sat next to her chair on a tall, slender table. I think there was a doily... Continue Reading →
A house on stilts in the middle of the woods,A dirt road leading over a hill to reveal salmon pink slatsIn a sea of pine green; a haven built by children of the gulfThat were moved to migrate to the trees. Frogs serenade on long summer nightsFrom a never-clear pond that hides the rushing lives... Continue Reading →
I sleep to the digitally enhanced sound of thunderstorms. I love the strange comfort the rolling rumble brings, like a weighted blanket for an afternoon nap; but I haven't heard it in its natural state for years as its growl doesn't reach this far up north like it did in the sultry summers of my... Continue Reading →
Dad was a public school teacher so we always had summers off together while Mom went to work. The fondest of memories I have of summer was going to Albertson's with him. We went to the grocery store just about every other day. I think it was more for Dad so he could get out... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 