In the consciousness of morning, but with my eyes still closed, I prayed to Daddy God about my concerns. A vision of a his hand emerged from warm shades of light. His white-robed arm reached across the oak-stained table toward my child-sized hand and gently covered it.
Put on your rain boots and splash, splash, splash!
Learning to Swim I don’t know where Mary Beth lived, but for several weeks Barry and I rode our bicycles a few blocks, crossed a busy main street, and arrived at her house for swim lessons. I remember a large house and nice backyard with a built-in pool.
The fact that you worry over being a good parent, means you are. But I understand the frustrations and doubts. Your child steals something, bullies someone, fails in school, you name it, and it has to be the parents fault, right.
It’s those little moments of recognition, acknowledgment, or words of encouragement that inspire writers to bare their souls to the world. Write to touch or humor–even if only one.
The kind of passion family and friends accuse us of being obsessed about because we neglect them at times. We’ve stayed up too late meeting a deadline, finishing a thought, or tweaking one more sentence. Fellow writers are the only ones who understand. We follow and friend each other for support and higher social media stats. One … More It Begins With Passion
Are you going through a personal conflict? May it resolve into a wonderful conclusion soon. Isn’t it ironic to be a writer? Some days you write about fictional characters and other days you live as one.