After a month, or so, of computer issues–ARGH!!! (I’m giving y’all my best pirate imitation)–I am back with a new love letter. It is the fourth in my season of scripting short stories about love. My prayer is that I will consistently practice writing flash and micro-fiction while completing the final edits to my debutContinue reading “The Real Deal”
Today, on the twentieth anniversary of 9/11, I will remember the innocent people killed during the four terrorist attacks that day. God bless their families and all the survivors. I will salute the men and women who lost life, or limb, in their attempts to save those trapped inside the Twin Towers and the Pentagon,Continue reading “9/11: Never Forgotten”
I HAD to create a word image out of this Joel Osteen quote! 🔥 To remind myself: “We fight too many battles that don’t matter. If a battle is not between you and your destiny, it’s a distraction. It’s the enemy trying to lure you off course when a new level is waiting for you.”Continue reading “Why Fight?”
While you do all you can to stay well there may be a time when you are so weak you need others to come pray for you. And when that happens, you don’t want people who come praying weak, ceiling-restricted prayers that never reach heaven. You need people who pray the prayer of faith. WhatContinue reading “Prayer for Health”
After the Labor Day weekend, we do, as usual, the work that needs to be done. Read Rules for Labor Day for a reminder to keep doing what you do. As a treat, I thought I would include a bit of honest humor. The word art above is based on a song Tevye, the milkman,Continue reading “Now. Back to Work”
Happy Labor Day, Everyone! When our holiday is over, may we return to the righteous work of our hand (a.k.a. the thing God gave us to give to this world). I was thinking this morning that it would be great if we all did what God designed us to do when we were told toContinue reading “Restful Rules of Labor”
Some gals get all giddy about being seen in public with their man. They are like female dogs, protecting their territory by way of optics. “You see me with him. Okay. Step off.” Maya did not have such inclinations. She was a rising star at her job, studying for her Masters, with little time for anything beyond work. And even less time for the man she saw most.
If you are like me, sometimes you have a tough time saying, “no.”
Go. Play. Outside. Children who play inside all day later build destructive devices with their idle minds. Hopscotch and Tic-Tac-Toe on cement meant fun to adults in need of their privacy. My best friend, Annie-Mae, and I were not allowed to open the cabinet and attach the Atari game to the television to play Pac-Man and Asteroids like other children on Saturday mornings. We were brushed outside of our red brick duplex apartment by the broom of Annie-Mae’s sister, Big Teena, who pretended to be our mom while the adults were still recovering from the night before.
this week’s installment of LeeLee’s Love Letters. In this submission, the writer notices “her” on the fly. He and his boys had been kicking it at the park. Their usual pick-up game had ensued for hours. Thankfully he had showered afterward because he was about to meet the woman who might become his future wife.