Welcome to Five Minute Friday Today’s writing prompt is: Friend Someone ask her “I bet you have lots of friends there?” She becomes quiet and shakes her head. She looks at me and says No. My family is there. My Obed She continues, almost in a whisper, but more in a language that is only … Continue reading Five Minute Friday – Friend
Five Minute Friday – Broken
Welcome to Five Minute Friday Today’s writing prompt is: Broken Ok so I know the idea is not to write an intro to the five minute Friday post but I can not help but give a bit of background on this one. I read a post over on Overflow that hit home for me. The … Continue reading Five Minute Friday – Broken
A world apart
I’m wrapped up in a lot today. Fear of the future pain of the past and the confusion of the present. This is more of a statement than a post, but I am hoping saying it out loud may take some of the bite away. I can identify what started the past part for me. … Continue reading A world apart
Five Minute Friday – Roots
Welcome to Five Minute Friday Today’s writing prompt is: Roots The soil in the village is deep. Living half a world away I still know it is deep. Remembering sitting in the door way and the rain falling. The boys and the children running around the yard trying to save the laundry and bikes from … Continue reading Five Minute Friday – Roots
Five Minute Friday – Voice
Welcome to Five Minute Friday Today’s writing prompt is: Voice I still hear his voice every morning. He says I’m good. He was our Gate Man. He became part of me and the girls wile we lived in Africa. I hear him playing with the children. He says in only the way he can yes … Continue reading Five Minute Friday – Voice
The man I once knew
I knew a man once. You may even say we fell in love over a blog post I wrote about my life. The story is full of twists and turns. We have fallen in and out of love more than once, at least the way I tell it. I have cried over him and screamed … Continue reading The man I once knew
How it was
“Sitting against the wall, gazing outside, I watched the world pass by. The doorway was like a picture I had only seen in Time magazine, or perhaps on the big screen. But this was real. The rain was coming down hard, and the people were hurriedly looking for shelter. A young boy struggled to … Continue reading How it was
Obet and the Hens
Here is a link to Obet. I am not really in a place to share this part of our life yet. But I will be. Mountain Moma