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Poetry Friday ~ The Love of Books

6 Dec
Colleen's Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

The first of the month is ‘Poet’s Choice‘ at Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Prompt Challenge. I chose to share a poem by Julia Donaldson, that’s sure to make you fall in love with books.

I Opened a Book
By Julia Donaldson
I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.
I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.
I finished my book and out I came.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.

I hope you enjoyed the poem. It’s one of my favorite poems about books and reading. I also wanted to share my reviews for a book and two short stories I read recently.

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The Altar Boy is a true to life coming-of-age story. Carl Sanders grew up in the 1960s in a Catholic household. The Catholic Church was revered in those days, and so were its clergymen, but for Carl and his family, a priest brought nothing but pain.

I didn’t like Carl’s mother; she was selfish and hypocritical. His father was not perfect either, but he did try his best to keep the family together and didn’t deserve what happened to him.

Looking at the life of this Catholic family in the 60s through Carl’s eyes as a young boy was both hilarious and heart wrenching. Carl’s mischievous antics made me laugh while his fear, confusion, and unconditional love for his mother chipped away at my heart. Prepare yourself for a rollercoaster of emotions.

If you enjoy stories with well-developed characters that make you feel an array of emotions, this book is for you.

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The Author, Rhani D’Chae in Zombie Dawn, brilliantly chronicles the dawn of the zombie apocalypse. The author wasted no time building tension and providing an overall sense of horror from the beginning. I sat at the edge of my seat until the end of the story and then wanted more.

This is the story of a small neighborhood where everyone knows each other. The kind of neighborhood where you can leave your doors and windows open and youngsters can walk the streets at night without fear. That is until an elderly man named Elmer Duncan dies of seemingly natural causes only to open his eerie milky eyes as he was reanimated as a zombie. From this point, the story escalates into a chaotic set of events that’ll have you quaking in your chair. I enjoyed the author’s writing style and read it in one sitting. The story is well written, fascinating, and descriptive. If you’re a fan of zombies or horror, you will enjoy this short story.

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This short story is a metaphoric expression of the author’s life growing up in an abusive household.

Her mother was a narcissist, and the author did a great job of relating the frustration she underwent dealing with a person who lacked the ability to love and feel empathy for others, including herself. Others were blind to her mother’s abuse because, as a narcissist, she knew how to cover her tracks well. The author’s father and other family members and friends unknowingly defended and enabled her mother, adding to the detriment of the child.

This is an inspiring, powerful, and compelling read that many readers will relate to whether they have suffered abuse at the hands of a narcissist or not. In the end, the daughter escapes her abusive prison.

Connect with these authors on social media!

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I hope you enjoyed today’s post! Let me know what you think in the comment section below. Thank you for a visit, and have a Happy Friday and weekend!

Poetry Friday ~ Photo Prompt

22 Nov

It’s Colleen Chesebro’s Middle of the Month Poetry Photo Prompt Challenge!

This month we will use a photo chosen by last month’s “Photo-Prompt” Poet of the Week ~ Linda Lee Lyberg.

My contribution this week is a Butterfly Cinquain. I hope you enjoy it.

She yawns
spreading her wings
blinding the stars with light
chasing away the dark shadows
of night
angel of dawn
heralds another day
clouds set aflame with amber glow
birds rise

As Thanksgiving Day approaches, I wanted to thank everyone that follows and visits my blog. I’m grateful for your friendship and support. I get excited whenever I post a poem, story, or article in anticipation of your visits and comments. Thanks for being so great!

Happy Thanksgiving Day!

Poetry Friday ~ Grace & Style

15 Nov

I’m always striving to be a better writer. My goal is to make sure my writing is the best it can be. I want every book I publish to be better than the one before.

Writing every day is a good way to realize my goals. Reading every day is also extremely important. I used to read only books in my favorite genres, but now I read books of all genres because I realized that they help with the different aspects of my writing. I used to read only books by famous, proven writers, but I’ve learned that there are excellent indie writers out there. I read more indie books than ever now and truly enjoy them.

I’ve also discovered some helpful and informative books that have helped me grow as a writer. I will be sharing some of those with you today.

Immensely helpful and illuminating to any aspiring writer, this special edition of Stephen King’s critically lauded, million-copy bestseller shares the experiences, habits, and convictions that have shaped him and his work.

DeSalvo describes the work habits of successful writers (among them, Nobel Prize laureates) so that readers can use the information provided to develop their identity as writers and transform their writing lives. DeSalvo skillfully and gently guides writers to not only start their work but immerse themselves fully in the process and create texts they will treasure.

The Elements of Style by William Strunk and E.B. White is a classic. Reviews all those rules you should only break if you have a really good reason.

Good Prose—like Strunk and White’s The Elements of Style—is a succinct, authoritative, and entertaining arbiter of standards in contemporary writing, offering guidance for the professional writer and the beginner alike. This wise and useful book is the perfect companion for anyone who loves to read good books and longs to write one.

There are of course many more writing books out there but these are informative and beneficial to new writers as well as experienced ones.

I write from the heart
Through the darkness of genres
I purge my sorrows

To all my writing friends participating in NaNoWriMo Happy Writing and may the Muse be with you!

Poetry Friday ~ It’s time to check your “virginity” again.

8 Nov

Hello, everyone! Welcome.

Have you heard about rapper T.I.’s podcast interview in which he revealed that he checks his daughter’s virginity? I saw this on TV, but it’s all over the internet. In case you haven’t heard, this is the gist of it: Grammy-winning rapper T.I. (Clifford Harris) told a podcast that he forces his teenage daughter to undergo an annual virginity test at the Gynecologist. The day after her birthday, he takes her to get her hymen checked to ensure that she’s still a virgin.

To say I was outraged by this is an understatement. Firstly, how backward and ignorant do you have to be? Having sex isn’t the only way a hymen gets torn. It can happen in many different ways. Secondly, what lessons is he teaching his daughter? That she’s only worthwhile if she’s a virgin? Her entire worth as a woman is based on her virginity status? Her word has no meaning because instead of asking her if she’s sexually active and trusting in what she tells you, you need medical proof? Why doesn’t he make her wear a chastity belt?

As if this yearly ritual wasn’t humiliating enough, he revealed everything on a podcast heard by thousands of people. His daughter is eighteen. Even if you don’t know who rapper T.I. is or listen to his music, you need to know that this goes on right here in the USA. And you know what? Even if you’re a fan, you have to admit this is insane.

To top it off, T.I. has a fifteen-year-old son who disclosed that he’s sexually active, and the rapper is fine with it. What? It’s okay for his fifteen-year-old son to have sex, but his eighteen-year-old daughter has to prove her virginity by going to a gynecologist and getting her hymen checked? This is a huge double standard, and I can’t stand it.

I guess T.I. doesn’t care if his son impregnates several girls his daughter’s age or younger, and either he doesn’t know or care about all the sexually transmitted diseases his son could easily catch. Why can’t this man talk to and educate his children, so that they can learn to make the right decisions on their own?

I understand some fathers are overprotective with their daughters, but in my opinion, this is going too far. Deyja Harris is T.I.’s daughter, not his property. And his fifteen-year-old son is in danger of contracting aids, herpes, hepatitis, among other diseases – not to mention getting someone pregnant.

What is your opinion on this subject?

“It’s the first of the month, and you know what that means! Poets choose your own prompt words.” Colleen’s 2019 Weekly Poetry Challenge No. 152

A
woman
who speaks her
mind is not a
bitch. She doesn’t need
men to validate her.
She’s not his sex toy or a
baby machine. She’s who she wants
to be. Society won’t make a
puppet of her, because she’s a woman.

Thanks for the visit. Please, let me know what you think in the comment section below.

Poetry Friday ~ Spell & Treat

25 Oct
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Hi, everyone! Welcome to my blog.

Spell and Treat are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.

*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.

Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.

I dance around flames
Outstretched arm cast magic charm
But now you’re the witch
making me forget my name
Your sweet, sweet love is to blame

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I hope you enjoyed the Tanka. I used magic charm and sweet as synonyms for spell and treat. Thanks for the visit!

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Have fun
and be safe!

Poetry Friday ~ Photo Prompt

18 Oct
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It’s Colleen Chesebro’s Middle of the Month Poetry Photo Prompt Challenge!

This month we will use a photo prompt chosen by last month’s “Photo- Prompt” Poet of the Week ~ Diana Peach.

It was the mating season in “La Marisma,” and Ramita was excited because he had finally come of age, which meant he could select a mate. Who he chose was a no brainer because he only had eyes for one female. The only problem was that Orquídea was the most beautiful of the Orchid Flies in La Marisma, and she had many suitors. So, Ramita decided that the only way he could win Orquídea for himself was to impress her, but many others would try the same. He would have to impress her more than anyone. How could he do that? He wasn’t a fancy Mantis, Ulysses butterfly, or Christmas beetle; he was only Ramita.

Then an idea sprung in his head; he would give Orquídea the last Chocolate Cosmos flower in existence. It would not last long after he picked it, but she could wear it like a crown, its deep brownish-red color would complement her pretty green and blue jewel tones and she would enjoy the flower’s rich chocolate fragrance as she wore it. Yes! He was thrilled with his idea. But, there was yet another hitch to his plan. The Chocolate Cosmos flower was protected by a sorcerer snake.

His grandfather once told him that there was a field filled with these flowers and the chocolate smell was intoxicating. Unfortunately, one by one the flowers were picked until only two were left. The sorcerer snake then decided he would protect the flowers before they became extinct. Ramita’s grandfather told him that a wise creature discovered the only way to get one of the flowers was by putting the snake in a trance with music. That’s how Ramita planned on stealing the last flower. He was a good flute player.

He rose before dawn and began his journey to steal the last Chocolate Cosmos flower from the sorcerer snake. When he arrived he immediately came face to face with the snake.

“Who are you and what are you doing so far from home?” the snake asked.

“If you don’t know my name how could you know I’m far from home?” Ramita said.

The snake frowned and said, “No one lives in these parts. You’re here for the flower aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You know it’s the last one in existence, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“But you’re still willing to rip it out of the ground and kill it knowing you’ll never see or smell another like it?”

Ramita looked to the ground. “There’s someone I need to impress and only this flower will do.”

“Really?”

Ramita furrowed his brow, making his long, thin antennae wiggle. “Well, I love her, and she’s the most beautiful creature in La Marisma. If I want her to choose me over all the suitors, I have to impress her.”

“And you think to give her a flower that she’d never be able to enjoy again will impress her? Besides, it’s not worth being with someone you have to impress all the time.”

Ramita sat crumpled on the ground, shoulders hunched, staring at his flute, looking defeated.

“Pollination and fertilization have occurred, and the Chocolate Cosmos flower will soon develop seeds. Then perhaps she can produce a field of flowers, but if you take her now, that will never happen, and the flower will be gone forever. I leave the choice to you.”

Ramita thought long and hard. “I will leave the flower be,” he said.

“Excellent choice! You could have played your flute, and rendered me helpless, and stolen the flower, but you made a wise choice not to do that, so I will help you get your mate.”

Ramita jumped to his feet, displaying a smile only someone genuinely happy can wear. “Will you use a magic spell or perhaps a love potion?”

“No, no, no. None of that is necessary. If the special one is worthy of your love, she will be so impressed by your choice that she will fall in love with you. Bring her here and let her see the flower you saved, let its decadent chocolate fragrance waft into her nostrils, and entice her. She will be truly impressed then.”

Ramita did as the snake told him. It wasn’t easy to convince Orquídea to go with him, and of course, her annoying older brother and grandmother had to come along as chaperones, but he managed to bring them to the magical place where the flower grew.

The sorcerer snake greeted them and told the story of their encounter, and the wise choice Ramita had made. Orquídea was beyond impressed, and so were her family. She chose Ramita for his bravery, kindness, and wisdom. Every year on their anniversary, they visited the snake. The exotic flower reproduced successfully, and the ground was covered with them, and its fragrance filled the air.

Today’s poetry form is called a Senryu. I hope you like it.

Too good to be true
You love me, and I love you
I am your love bug

“It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.”

~John Joseph Powell

Have a fantastic Friday!

Poetry Friday ~ Calling All Weirdos​!

11 Oct

Hi, everyone! Welcome.

Photo by Kim Carpenter ( @kimberly123 )

What does it mean when someone calls you a weirdo?

If you describe someone as a weirdo, you disapprove of them because they behave in an unusual way that you find difficult to understand or accept.

Well, some people may feel that way, but this is not my definition of a weirdo. In this day and age, it’s weird for someone to be their genuine self. It’s strange to speak your mind, regardless of others’ opinions. In these times, when so many people pop pills in order not to feel, it’s strange for someone to wear his or her emotions on their sleeve. I like weirdos. They’re my kind of people, honest, open, free thinkers. They don’t fear to be unique. They think outside the box and go with their creative flow.

It’s refreshing to be with people who are not numb to the world around them but instead embrace every emotion that makes them human.

Sometimes I’m surrounded by so much apathy and hate that it becomes unbearable. Why are there so many desensitized people? Stop popping pills every time you’re in danger of feeling something. Be a weirdo and feel. It’s normal to be sad when you lose a loved one. It’s okay to feel angry, scared, unsure, insecure sometimes. Deal with it because that’s what makes you human.

I understand that there are people who genuinely need to be on medication, but there are too many folks out there taking medications they shouldn’t be, and this has a dehumanizing effect.

I’m tired of being in the presence of cyborgs. I want to be around real people. Being a genuine person comes with a price, though. Not everyone will like you, but then not everyone should matter to you. Calling all weirdos!

Empty and Space are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.

*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.

Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.

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Photo by Tamara Bellis @tamarabellis

Here’s my contribution to Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. The Poetry form is an Etheree.

There’s
no where
to suffer
in this dark place.
Oh, my vacant life
there’s no happy surprise.
I pop a pill the moment
I realize that I’m alive.
Then I’m hollow, no feelings inside.
There’s only this disguise of constant lies.

Photo by Bart LaRue ( @bartlarueeppler )

I hope you enjoyed today’s post. Have a Happy Friday!

Welcome to “The Merest Loss” Blog Tour!

6 Oct

I’m honored to welcome a fellow RRBC member and author Steven Neil to my blog. Read all about him and get a taste of his work with the excerpt he’s provided from his novel The Merest Loss. Enjoy!

Bio

Steven has a BSc in Economics from the London School of Economics, a BA in English Literature and Creative Writing from the Open University and an MA in Creative Writing from Oxford Brookes University. He has been a bookmaker’s clerk, bloodstock agent, racehorse breeder and management consultant amongst other professions in his varied career. He is married and lives in rural Northamptonshire, England. The Merest Loss is his debut novel.

Twitter

@stevenneil12

IAN author page

https://www.independentauthornetwork.com/steven-neil.html

Buy links

Giveaways

Steven is giving away (3) Signed Paperback copies of “THE MEREST LOSS.”  For your chance to win, be sure to leave him a comment below.

From Steven Neil, the author of THE MEREST LOSS 

A story of love and political intrigue, set against the backdrop of the English hunting shires and the streets of Victorian London and post-revolutionary Paris. 

Critical plot turn and a character emerges

In chapter seven of The Merest Loss a critical plot turn occurs, when Nicholas Sly enters the narrative and changes the direction of travel of the novel. Not only does the personality of Sly show itself, but the way Harriet responds shows how her own character has developed.

Chapter Seven

The Proposition

London, England

 1841

     In Nicholas Sly’s wood-panelled office, two people sit across from each other at a large, plain desk. There is a fire laid in the fire grate, but it has not been lit. The room is chill. There has been a brief exchange of words. Sly looks at Harriet Howard over his half-moon glasses. He is a big man, thick-set and heavy-jowled. He is dressed all in black. His stomach protrudes and the thin, stockinged legs, sticking out from his frock coat, give him the appearance of a plump, black cockerel.

     ‘You’re asking me to be a courtesan,’ she says.

     ‘I am asking you to be a patriot,’ he says. 

     ‘You’re asking me to spy for a secret government service?’

     ‘Oh Miss Howard, don’t be so melodramatic. Her Majesty’s Government does not have a secret service and it does not employ spies. We are asking you to place yourself in our care and to be available to entertain the company of certain, distinguished gentlemenwhen we require it. Otherwise, you are free to proceed as you wish … but with certain restrictions of course.’

     ‘And what would these restrictions be?’

     ‘So you are accepting our proposition and we are now discussing the arrangements. Is that correct, Harriet?’

     ‘No sir, I am not. You’ve apprehended me without warning and brought me here against my wishes. My answer is no. I would be grateful if you would allow me to leave. And you may not call me Harriet.’

     ‘Ah, Miss Howard,’ he says. He lets out a long sigh.

     Minutes pass. He looks at her more closely. She is young, slim and elegantly dressed. He is struck by her red hair, which hangs in ringlets and frames a pale face, with piercing, brown eyes and high cheekbones. He notices that her features are not augmented with the powder and rouge that are the order of the day. He considers that she is not quite what he expected.

     ‘I rather hoped all this would be unnecessary,’ he says. ‘It is most irregular that you need persuasion.’

     ‘I have nothing further to say.’

     He sits forward at his desk and rests his chin on his hands, which he has clasped together, as if in prayer. She looks towards the window and sits upright. There is a slight pout ather lips.

     ‘I want you to think about this carefully,’ he begins again. ‘We have taken an interest in you for some time now. We know a great deal about your situation. You have received an excellent education, you are an accomplished horsewoman, you speak French tolerably well and I am told that men of a certain type find you attractive. The Duke of Grafton and Lord Normanby speak very highly of you. I rather hoped that you would wish to use your talents in the service of Queen and country. It is an honour to be asked.’

     ‘I will not be at anyone’s beck and call. I will not be bullied.’

     ‘You will have a great deal of freedom. Rather more than might be imagined. We can arrange somewhere superior to live. There will be a dress allowance. You will be able to attend all the balls one could wish for. Lady Blessington will look after you and introduce you properly into London society. It is a wonderful opportunity for a young lady in your position.’

     ‘You know nothing about my “position” as you call it. I have a career as an actress. I am making my own way in life. I wish to make my own choices.’

     ‘An actress, Miss Howard. Are we talking in euphemisms now?’

     ‘Do not patronise me, sir. I have made my reputation through hard work.’

     ‘Oh,my word. Reputation isit? Hard work? I have no doubt your efforts are appreciated.’

     ‘My answer has not changed.’

     ‘You drive a hard bargain, Miss Howard. Time was when a young lady like you would be happy to join us. I always find it quite distasteful to talk about money, but you are rather forcing my hand on the matter. You will receive a generous allowance, on top of the arrangements I have already explained. I cannot name a figure, but it will not be unacceptable, I believe.’

     ‘I am not interested. I have nothing more to say.’

     ‘Come, come. It is not as if I am asking you to do something you have not done before. We are simply improving the terms, so to speak.’

     ‘Do not press me. You have my answer.’

     ‘You are beginning to test my patience. We can perhaps see our way to the provision of a personal maidif that would help, but really we are reaching the end of our negotiation on the matter.’

     Nicholas Sly’s brow creases. He is accustomed to acceptance. He wonders where the young woman, little more than a girl, is finding the confidence to cross him like this.

     ‘I am going to give you one more chance. There is nothing more on the table. If you resist our offer, you will not find us so convivial the next time.’

     The light at the windows fades and a servant arrives with a taper, to ignite the oil lamps. Sly holds up his hand, palm outwards, and the servant backs away through the doorway. He snaps a match into a sulphurous flame and lights one candle, on the desk in front of him. He watches the candle sputter and smoke, as the tallow begins to burn off. He waits.

     ‘I will not bow to threats,’ she says.

     ‘You and I are going to meet again and I will not be so conciliatory. You are a very foolish young lady. I see that you do not have the wit to understand what is being offered. I am very disappointed.’

     ‘Perhaps I am not what you are looking for.’

© Steven Neil

THE MEREST LOSS is available in paperback and eBook in the UK, US, France, Canada and Australia. 

Follow Steven Neil on https://twitter.com/stevenneil12 for information on how to purchase the paperback through an independent bookseller in the UK.

To follow along with the rest of the tour, please visit the author’s tour page on the 4WillsPublishing site.  If you’d like to book your own blog tour and have your book promoted in similar grand fashion, please click HERE.  Thanks for supporting this author and his work! 

Poetry Friday ~ Drink & Me

4 Oct
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Hello, everyone! Today is National Vodka Day, National Body Language Day, and World Smile Day. So, I thought I’d combine all three in my poem. Today’s poetry form is called a Shadorma.

The Shadorma is a Spanish poetic form made up of a stanza of six lines (sestet)  with no set rhyme scheme. It is a syllabic poem with a meter of 3/5/3/3/7/5.

Drink with me
Tantalize your tongue
Then kiss me
and hold me
You’re the book I long to read
A story of love

Wet your lips
with your sweet cocktail
Drink to life
Drink to love
Let your sexy body show
You want me the most

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I hope you enjoyed the Shadormas. I’m not a big drinker at all, but when I drink, I like a little vodka or brandy. What do you enjoy drinking?

I’m finally getting the hang of this new editor. Although I still have a lot to learn. At least it didn’t take me as long as the last time to put this post together, which gives me more time to write (#revising). Happy Friday, everyone!

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 147

Poetry Friday ~ Fall & Give

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Fall and Give are this week’s prompt words chosen by Colleen Chesebro ~ The Fairy Whisperer.

*The catch is that we can only use the synonyms to these words in our poems.

Colleen hosts a challenge that anyone could participate in called, Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge every Tuesday, and you have until Sunday to create a post featuring your Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree or Cinquain poem. She is an author and poet, and also does book reviews and so much more on her blog. Be sure to check it out.

Photo by Alex Geerts

Here’s my contribution to this week’s poetry challenge. I hope you enjoy my double Nonet.

Let Go The Things That Belong To The Past

The Autumn is a distinct season.
It teaches us profound lessons
about life and sacrifice.
We need to embrace change.
Every change is
for the better.
We must learn
to let
go

Trees lose their leaves, and it’s both sad and
beautiful, painful, and needed.
Yet, it lets it go without
regrets and welcomes change.
Dwelling on the past
will stunt our growth
leaving us
stuck in
life

Photo by Anthony Intraversato

I’ve had the hardest time creating this post. OMG! At one point, I wanted to scream and give up. That’s how bad it was. I’ve just started using WordPress’ new Gutenberg block editor, and it hasn’t been easy. Thank goodness I have a brilliant friend who’s figured it all out and has posted numerous tutorials on her blog. If you’re having a hard time with Gutenberg block editor, do yourself a favor and check out Natalie Ducey’s blog.

Thank you for stopping by and have a great day!