In honor of Memorial Day (a federal holiday that honors military personnel who have died while serving in the U.S. armed forces), I am sharing a third letter written by my grandfather, Sgt. Charles L. Wilcox, during WWII. I settled in for my grandpa reading prepared to devote a few hours, if needed, when something …
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Her Cottage by the Sea (audio excerpt)
She squeezed her eyes tighter, but the image of kissing him goodbye was seared inside her. She wanted to fracture herself into a million pieces and scatter herself across the sand, let it absorb her, let it transform her. Broken pieces of her, shaped into polished sea glass that captured the rising rays, smoothing her …
Dancing Tumbleweed (video)
Writing requires me to pull everything in and focus on every step of the process. Dancing allows me to release everything I'm holding in and let my body find the steps. https://videopress.com/v/287cbCRk?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true I Don’t Wanna by The Call An ironic title for a song that made me wanna share a dancey video; something I haven’t …
Paper Bricks for Pages Blank
Dog-eared corners and worn spines on thousands I’ve stepped One after another a path of books created a foundation for me to explore, learn, and connect Along a path of paper bricks I’ve stepped Into valleys that attempt to turn lost souls into prisoners the words of others did comfort and protect Across stages where …
Poet Spotlight and Poetry Conference
"Letters Change Hearts" by Vicki H. I am a habitual letter (note/card) writer I, too, love the tactile connection between the recipient and me… a thank you note for a kindness received, a sorrow shared, a memory restored from years ago or yesterday’s lunch a birthday note on a funny card to remind the friend …
His Letters are Treasures ~ II (w/audio)
Welcome to the second post featuring my grandfather's WWII letters, documents, and photos. I read several letters yesterday before selecting this one - chosen for his mention of receiving the Bronze Star and his casual and sarcastic tone in doing so and his touching closing. I would have enjoyed reading more detail about how he …
His Letters are Treasures
I am trying to not cry on his letters and war artifacts, but my tears I can’t hold back. I’ve returned to a project I started before beginning my blog – reading my grandfather’s WWII letters. Inspired to do so after publishing my post, “My Last Stamp,” which has put me on a one-letter-a-week writing …
Some rivers run wild and deep
That which gives life can also take it away Life, a fragile balance between that which attempts to hold our attention and what we hold, on the inside We learn, if life (or death) does not first consume us, that we can only hold so much In our bodies, over fifty percent is contained, but …
My last stamp
I wrote a letter today To witness the beauty of smooth black ink To behold my swoops and curves To create something original, not another Times New Roman duplicate To remind myself that I am human One thousand emojis cannot reveal what handwriting can to a trained eye To send a letter is to share …
Suspended Existence (flash fiction w/audio)
Her heart was cracked open to everything inside her – a deep yearning, a restless calling, a profound softness, a thunderous explosion. Her eyes were closed to everything around her – the golden sand, the blue sky, the rolling surf, the chirping birds. She didn’t want to look away; she wanted to fold herself into …
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My Inspired Life 