I was determined to have a great time today at Coney Island and not think about tomorrow when Maxime was leaving or the days after he was gone. I didn’t sleep that well last night and had to force myself to have breakfast this morning. I arrived at his hotel and waited outside for him.… Read More Our Day at Coney Island
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away – Revelation 21:4 She was in the shower when it happened. The pain was deep and the tears flowed like the water… Read More No More Sadness
It was on a Wednesday evening when *Dora was listening to Christian music on YouTube. The artist was someone she had never heard of before until her aunt sent her an email about him. The songs were very uplifting but the one which really got to her was the one called, Holy, Holy, Holy. It… Read More In Every Season…Praise Him
Ma was dead and gone. There was no reason for Louisa to stay now. She stooped down and laid the wildflowers she had picked at the foot of the cross which marked Ma’s grave. Tears ran down her cheeks. She was going to miss Ma. After Da died, it was just the two of them,… Read More Finding Her Own Way /Decisions #writephoto
“I can’t believe that Luke Perry is dead.” “Who’s Luke Perry?” “He was before your time, Andrea. Here’s a photo of him.” “He’s cute but not as cute as Shawn Mendes.” “Who’s he?” Andrea rolled her eyes. “Really, Mom? You don’t know who Shawn Mendes is?” “No.” Sigh. “Here’s my wallpaper of him.” “He’s cute… Read More Cute Talk
It was as if she were in a trance. Everything around her faded into nothingness. Her eyes were riveted on Grimwood Manor. She walked towards the imposing, Gothic facade of the house. It loomed like a foreboding giant watching her come closer like a spider watching a fly lured to its web. She paused and… Read More Grimwood Mansion
She stood there watching as the evening unfurled, a solitary figure in a room filled with people from the fashion and business world. She was there by invitation from her friend, a fashion photographer. She felt so out of place. She wasn’t used to be around such glamorous people. Several people thought she was a model.… Read More A Model Moment
Broken heart, broken dreams Tired of casual relationships. Walking through life, looking for that love that seemed so elusive. It shimmered in the distance like a mirage but disappeared as she got closer. It was the love she read about in books. The love she longed to experience but it was beyond her grasp.… Read More Illusive Love
She sat at a small table outside of the local cafe set in the maze of streets near Piazza Antinori. One could get lost in Florence but won’t mind at all. It was a beautiful, bustling and exciting place. There was so much to see. Around her mingled the sound of dishes cutlery, the clink of glasses as people toasted each other and the voices and laughter of tourists and… Read More Florence
Notes to Women 