how are you?

Some people get really annoyed by being asked how they are. Personally, I have no problem with being asked how I am, but it's become one of those questions that you don't even register. It's now a form of my greeting. I will say, hi, how are you? I think I do genuinely want to … Continue reading how are you?

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#writephoto: it seemed ideal

It seemed like an ideal place have a picnic. I wasn't really a picnic kind of girl - too many bugs, too much outside - but he was outdoorsy. At one with the trees. I decided to give it a shot. The spot he picked was admitted beautiful.  It was a canopy entirely made up … Continue reading #writephoto: it seemed ideal

TIME TO VOTE for the 2018-2019 One Liner Wednesday Badge!

I almost never enter these things, but this time I did. And I didn’t even vote for myself, so, I need someone to vote for me! 😂

Linda G. Hill

The time has come! All the entries–all nine of them!–for this year’s One-Liner Wednesday badge contest are in. The designs are fantastic, so make sure you have a look at all of them before you vote. It’s going to be another close race this year.

Please note the descriptions I’ve given them: they’ll be what you vote for on the poll. Here they are, in the order they entered the contest. Just click to visit each one:

Shoreline by Frank Hubeny

Don’t say no by Jim Adams

Bird on a Post by Bethany K

Connection by Wire by J-Dub

Take My Card by John Holton

Giraffes by Myrna

Blue Sky and Clouds by Hip to be Snark

The Waving Girl by Melissa

Peace, Love, and Please by Cheryl

I encourage the contestants and all their supporters to share their choices for best badge far and wide. Get all your friends…

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Flash Fiction – Avenging Angel

Check out Helen’s story – you won’t be disappointed! x

This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time

Every mom wants the best for their child, and I’m no exception. I don’t know how many times I pictured your graduation; you, in a white dress, walking down the aisle; you having a child of your own. It’s something a mother almost expects. What they don’t expect is a gravestone.

Yours reads:

My Angel
May 23, 1990 – January 12, 2005
Gone to find her wings…

I wish you could tell me whether or not you like it. I tried to capture you, all of you; but how do you do that in such a small space. You were so large. You filled up every room and the light sort of fizzled the moment you stepped out of it. When you left this world, you took so much of me with you that there isn’t much left; not much reason for me to remain.

I can hear you now…

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