I miss being in FL and TX. Especially at Christmas time.
One Christmas, as we sat outside at my parent's mobile home park, we noticed a woman sunbathing. She was obviously from somewhere up north. Once you've lived in warm weather for a while, you get so used to it that when it is 55 degrees out, you need a jacket. You certainly don't sunbathe.
Snow and cold weather are not needed to celebrate Christmas.
I didn't know that you were a travel writer. How awesome!
I remember when I got my first computer, a Gateway with Windows 98 that I bought with my tax refund that year. My son was 14 and was home schooled.
Every night after he went to sleep, and every morning before he awakened, I read my emails and searched for writing gigs. Eventually, I started getting a weekly newsletter about how to become a travel writer. I still wonder if I had been unencumbered if I might have persued that.
Thanks so much for sharing your photos with us. It looks like it's just as much fun as I imagined.
I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my brother too. And both of my parents. During this time of year I really miss them all.
You mentioned that your brother saw Jesus when he was 5. I'm curious about whether you have written more about that. I saw Jesus myself when I was only 3. I'm pretty sure that my 4 year old cousin saw him too, although he never admitted it. At the time he acted like he was in shock. I, on the other hand, was thrilled.
I would suggest that you break this into paragraphs to make it easier to read.
And, since Writing.com gives us the opportunity to use three genres, I would do that as well. You never know how people are searching for something to read.
Your title intrigued me. After reading your description, I wondered what you meant by it. A little more? More what?
You answered my question, of course, in your story. You had a magical gold dollar in your pocket.
My hubby used to have a handful of those gold dollars. They gave them as change in the Post Office stamp machines. I wonder if they still do. I surely would love to get my hands on a magical gold dollar.
Your title and description make it pretty clear about your topic. Just reading those, I'm sure that most people would agree that we all have past relationships that we wish had never happened.
I love it when pur WDC poets explain the format of their poems. Thanks for that!
As I read your poem aloud (the only way every poem should be read!) I kept getting stuck on your repeating line.
Should have known it’d turn black
Since "it'd" is two syllables, why not write "it would"? To me it's less jarring. Perhaps "Should've known it would turn black"?
It's always interesting to read something called "Self portrait". I learned long ago that what we think of ourselves can be much different than what others see or think of us.
I would suggest that since they give us the ability to put our words into up to three genres, that you select some. You never know how each person searches for something new to read.
Wow. As I read this, I imagined eating even half of that and my imagination made my stomach seem to be way too full. I'm not sure if that is a tribute to your words or just that I was able to imagine. Whichever, I enjoyed reading this without actually gaining weight.
What a beautiful letter you wrote to the The StoryMaster and The StoryMistress. Although your letter was specific to your situation, it speaks for many of us. We found our way here to a place where we could learn and grow among our new friends.
Welcome to Writing.com. I'm glad that you found us. I have been here myself since about a week before 9/11. I was blessed to have found a community where we could share our fears and our love. (In fact, I met my hubby here. In February, we will be married for 20 years.)
I would probably make this more than one paragraph.
You wrote:What Christmas means to me is also the time I cherish that fact I can care on a tradition of making baby blankets for mom's to be in the Ward to shoe my support to them.
That's a bit awkward.
How about:What Christmas means to me is also that I cherish that I can carry on a tradition of making baby blankets for moms-to-be in the maternity ward to show my support for them.
Welcome to Writing.com. As someone who spent years in Texas - in Houston, Lake Jackson and Mineral Wells - I envy you being there.
And being a police officer who loves to write poetry is wonderful. Everyone needs a creative outlet, especially those who protect and serve.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading your acrostic poem aloud. Poetry is best experienced when you read it aloud. For the poet, it helps us find glitches better.
I remember a time when many people thought that psychologists and psychiatrists were more messed up than the rest of us.
You said. We all suffer - differently.
We do, but don't we also rejoice differently? In fact, since we are all unique individuals, don't we experience most emotions differently?
I knew two women who were abused by their spouses by way of demanding that they never cry again, lest the men would leave them and their kids forever. One was never able to cry again. The other could not cry for loved ones when they were hurt or dying. But she could easily cry at movies and even because of commercials, especially those about abused animals.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading your poem aloud, the only way poems should be read.
I have to admit, in fact, that I was disappointed when I visited your YouTube link. I was hoping that you had read your poem aloud, since many people don't realize how important it is to do that.
Thanks for sharing your creativity and your faith.
I hit the Read and Review button and found myself here.
Your title doesn't tell much, but I do love goats, goat's milk and goat's milk fudge. As a kid, I loved playing with the goats and helping my neighbors milk them.
Your description told me to expect a haiku about goats.
Wow. I have never seen a description of what it's like to taxi, lift off and fly before. Well done. (My hubby has only flown once, when he was about 9 years old. I will not be showing your writing to him just in case one day I have to insist that he fly again.)
My only suggestion would be to divide it into two paragraphs.
Thanks for sharing your creativity. And welcome to Writing.com.
Boy, do I understand that feeling. I talked to my mom often, even when we lived far apart. In fact, I bought a special phone plan 25 years ago just so we could talk often. I paid $39.95 for unlimited long distance calling, any time day or night. But my mom still rushed me off the phone. She and dad always used AT&T and paid dearly for long distance calls.
Thanks for sharing.
Blessings,
Kenzie
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