Of Hearts and Roses—A Valentine Story
Although Valentine's Day 2014 is already fading from memory, I wanted to share this story.
Yesterday was Valentine's Day and like so many other years, I went out to buy flowers, a card, and chocolate in a heart-shaped box. Sure. I know I could order these things. Go online, order flowers, add chocolates. Specify a delivery address. Enter my card information.
Mother's Day 2013
How time flies. Those you can't imagine living without are suddenly gone and you're left with a hole in your life. I credit my mother with many things. She raised four boys and lived through snakes in her golf bag, camping trips with the family, and finding worms for fishing in our pockets. I'll never forget her adventurous spirit and how she was a "can do" woman. The smell of baking bread or Thanksgiving Turkey in the oven will ever be a reminder of Mom.
Eric checked his pockets again, then added chocolates to the cart. From another aisle came a bouquet of flowers. After wandering a bit, he found the card section and selected one that seemed special. Into the cart.
At the end of the card aisle were some bows and ribbons and he chose a fancy matched set for chocolates box.
Finally, he was home. "I was listless at the store hon, got this stuff instead."
Like cockroaches in the glare of a sudden kitchen light, they scattered and skittered into cracks and holes, disappearing into dark places and retreating from the stuttering roar. In their wake they left backpacks and sacks loaded with cans of food, weapons, and jugs of water.
A mother ran out, risking everything to grab a nondescript duffel and race for cover as the staccato sound of an automatic weapon followed her. Splinters of concrete stung her bare legs and feet. Then all was silent, and all waited for the watchers to grow bored and look elsewhere.
Friends of Muse Part 1
Over the next week, I'm taking the time to point out some friends of mine and the interesting things they write, post and do. If you don't see your favorite blogger here, come back tomorrow or the next day and perhaps you will. And if you still don't, then drop me an email and we'll try to rectify that. I'm also taking suggestions for new blogs to follow, so let me know who your favorites are.
they flee before my eyes
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