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Daily Prompt: Against All Odds ~~ Cancer and Depression


Today’s Daily Prompt:

Tell us about a situation where you’d hoped against all hope, where the odds were completely stacked against you, yet you triumphed. Be sure to describe your situation in full detail. Tell us all about your triumph in all its glory.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us LONGSHOT.



Years ago, when I was married to my ex, I had gone to a doctor because I had a small red spot under my chin that itched but wouldn’t go away. It had been there for more than six months and my Mother-in-law thought I should have it checked out when I told her about it.

So she made an appointment with my father in laws dermatologist. My MIL was on a kick about spots on faces as my FIL had small spots on his face that had to be cut out with a laser. So she insisted I go and see what the spot was about.

The doctor did a biopsy of the spot and a few weeks after that he called me to come see him. He told me bluntly, I had cancer. I almost hit the floor. I remember things becoming blurry, distant. I could hear the doctors and my mother in law’s voice, but nothing much registered.

All I could think about was….. I had Cancer.  I can’t have cancer! That’s what my mind shouted while I fought the dizziness.  No way I had cancer! 

He said I had a rare form of lung cancer, the beginning stages. I was told that it rarely showed up on the outer body, but did in some rare cases, the doctor told me I was lucky it did show up on the outside of my body, as usual, with this type of lung cancer people didn’t know they had till it was almost too late.  I just sat there stunned. Did he just say I was lucky?! What the hell kind of thing is that to say to someone you just told had cancer!

I asked him about treatment. He said at this stage the treatment that is usually done was steroid shots through the chest cavity into the lungs. I looked at him as if he had lost his mind. Shots through the chest into the lungs? Wouldn’t that hurt? Yes, he told me it hurt, but it was the best treatment.

I know we talked more about the treatments, making appointments with specialists and everything else that goes with that. But frankly, I don’t remember much of that. I was trying my best to keep it all together and not go running, wailing out of the room.

I had cancer. Now what? My ex and I had no insurance. How were we going to pay for it? Hell, how would I live through the damn treatments! I was in shock. The doctor told me to make an appointment with a cancer specialist as soon as possible. I said sure.

My mother-in-law took me home. I know she was shaken and scared for me, but I had no reassurance to give her. I was all ready slipping into denial. She asked if she should stay with me and I told her no, that I would be fine. The ex wasn’t home, of course, and I had no way to contact him. Didn’t want to at the time anyway. I needed some time alone to process the information that I had cancer.

I went in the house and sat at the kitchen table and cried my heart out. I was certain I was going to die. I felt more alone at that time than I ever did before or after in my life. I cried for hours that day alone, except for my dogs who sat around me trying to comfort me. I decided that I wasn’t going to call my family. I hadn’t talked to them in several years and I was not going to call them with the news I had cancer. I would deal with it alone.

I was used to dealing with things alone.

The ex finally came home but by then I had cried myself out and was calm. I told him what the doctor had said. The first words out of his mouth after I told him were, how would we pay for treatments.

I know it was the first thing that came into my mind, but it sounded pretty cold coming from him. That was pretty much all he ever said on the subject. The ex was not one for talking about unpleasant things, unless it was about himself. So just like he never talked about the four miscarriages, I had the preceding years, he never brought up the cancer. Ever. So I dealt with it alone. If you want to call it dealing. I ignored it. I just simply ignored it. I got phone calls from my mother-in-law and the doctor and ignored them both. 

Now most anyone would have prayed. I didn’t pray, not exactly. I am not a religious person. I talked to my higher powers, the ones I do believe in. I talked to my animals. I told myself the doctor made a mistake, that I didn’t have cancer. I told myself the doctor was an idiot and that I was not going to take shots through my chest into my lungs. Hell, the cure sounded worse than the disease.

I also stopped smoking. I had been smoking on and off for years.  I stopped the same day the doctor told me I had cancer. I stopped cold turkey.

Then I sunk into a black hole. A black hole of depression.

I started having anxiety attacks if I tried to go outside. I started having delusions about the phone being tapped, so I stopped talking on the phone. I started having thoughts that the ex was trying to poison me, so I only ate things I made. Which looking back was crazy, because if the ex wanted to poison me he could have poisoned anything in the refrigerator. But when one is sinking into that black hole thoughts don’t make much sense anyway.

I either didn’t sleep for days, or that’s all I did  was sleep. It went back and forth, sometimes in the same week. I would sit at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and just space out.  I would suddenly come out of it and realize I had been sitting there for hours. I would cry at odd moments. I would just start crying and couldn’t stop. I didn’t care about anything except my dogs. I kept enough sanity to feed my dogs and let them out in the backyard.

I would unlock the front door and then open it up a crack. Just enough to peep out and look at the front yard. Of course, no one was around. We barely got any traffic on our street. The block was full of houses that belonged to cops. Even so, I could not step foot out the door. I would start to breathe hard, my heart would race and I would have to slam the door shut and lock it again.

Between that hate of my ex, who ignored me and stayed away from home more and more, and the anger that was starting to boil inside of me I was determined to climb out of that black hole and stay out. So I struggled. I made myself do things I couldn’t months before. I forced myself to take a shower every day and get dressed. Every small step felt like I was walking through quicksand.  But every morning I would get up and force myself to do things. I would push my fears aside and do it.


I finally moved my stuff into the extra bedroom. I told the ex that I didn’t want to disturb his sleep when I got up all hours of the night. The truth was, I didn’t want to be near him, especially in bed where he expected sex. He wasn’t getting any sex, at least not from me. He had girlfriends for that.

I kept telling myself I wasn’t going to die, then in the next breath I would tell myself if I died the pain would stop. Years before I had contemplated suicide and didn’t do it. I promised myself that day that no matter how bad things got I wouldn’t take my own life. I kept that promise, even after sinking in that black hole I kept that promise to myself.

I was in that dark hole for almost 2 years. Then I started my long climb out of the hole. What got me climbing out was that I didn’t die. Sounds crazy, I know. But in the beginning I thought I had cancer and was going to die. I didn’t die. I didn’t even get sick. Hell, I didn’t even catch a cold those 2 years. My brain took hold of that thought, that I didn’t die and wouldn’t let go.

My reasoning was if I hadn’t died by then of cancer I didn’t have cancer. I wasn’t going to die of cancer. Period. And if I wasn’t going to die of cancer I needed to get my ass out of that black hole. I needed to crawl my way out and get on with the business of living.

I got angry. I got angry with myself and I got angry with that doctor. I believe to this day, that is what saved me from living permanently in that black hole. It would take me another year or more to finally get out.  A long year of fighting unreasonable fears.

Every day was a challenge. The first time in over a year that I managed to go out in the backyard with my dogs I cried. They were tears of joy. They were tears of achievement. I did it! Next I tackled the mailbox. It took me a few more months, but one morning I opened that front door, took a deep breath and walked out into the sunshine.

It wasn’t easy. I was terrified, but I kept telling myself that no one was going to hurt me. I got to the end of the driveway and opened the mailbox, grabbed the mail and ran back to the house. I did it! I might be breathing hard from running and fright, but I did it! The dogs danced around me as I laughed and threw the mail in the air! I don’t think I ever felt such joy before. It was that day I knew I would make it. I knew I would win. 

Truthfully, I don’t know for certain I had cancer, at least the doctor was convinced I did. But I was so terrified of the ‘cure’ there was no way in hell I was going through that. Or, I never had cancer, the doctor had it wrong and my fear of needles was so strong at that time I would have rather died than go through the cure. I may never know the true answer. Unless one believes in miracles than I never had cancer and the doctor got it wrong, because here I sit today many years later.

So I fought two battles and won. Against all odds. Without any professional help. I beat cancer (if indeed I had it) and I beat depression. The odds were certainly stacked against me. But I beat them down, I climbed over them, I struggled on.

I won. I won. I WON!






And He Scores!! | Cancer Isn’t Pink


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Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone

Today’s Daily Prompt asks;

Ever have an experience that felt surreal, as though you’d been suddenly transported into the twilight zone, where time seemed to warp, perhaps slowing down or speeding up? Tell us all about it. If you haven’t had an experience in real life that you can draw from, write a fictional account of a surreal experience.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SURREAL.

I’ve had a few surreal incidences in my life. I’ve spoken about them earlier in my blog. Like almost being killed by my best friend. That was scary and heartbreaking all at once. But it was also surreal in that moment she was standing over me with that huge butcher knife in her hand. Time slowed, almost stopped as I waited, silent and still, to see what she would do next.


Or when my ex, after stalking me for years, showed up on my doorstep after almost a year of silence on his part. Showed up unexpected and unwanted. Where he proceeded to try to talk me into going someplace alone with him. For me, time sped up, as I watched in my mind all the crazy things he did to me, or tried to do to me. As the pictures flashed in lightening speed, the voice of my best friend at the time, yelling at me not to ever go off with my ex as she was terrified he would harm me.

I also remember a time when my mother and I were driving to work one cold winter morning. We worked at the same place, my first job out of high school. We cleaned the heavy frost off all the windows while the car heated up. It was about 4:30 in the morning. Still dark and so very cold. We got in the car, my mom driving and headed down the quiet street. There was one stop sign before we hit the main road to work. I remember the car as it was the ugliest orange-brown color. But it worked and got us back and forth to work. It was a small car I remember that too.

We stopped at the stop sign and both of us looked right and left, even though it was a 4 way stop. Neither one of us saw anything coming. So we slowly start to move through the intersection when I looked out my passenger side window and saw this car driving fast headed right at us. Something in the back of my mind screamed…..”It’s not going to stop!”

Sure enough, even though it was a 4 way stop, the man driving did NOT stop and hit the passenger side of the car and we spun at least 3 times before finally coming to a stop. We were quite scared and shaken but unhurt. We got out of the car and so did the man who hit us. He started yelling at us! I was so angry I got right in his face and started yelling right back. He was a good foot taller than me and probably had 100 lbs on me too. But after I got over being scared I was damn mad.

He started yelling that we should have stopped and stuff about stupid women drivers. I looked at his car with hardly a dent in it, but I also noticed that he hadn’t scraped his front window! There was this tiny clean space and the rest was solid frost! Hell, there was no way he could have even seen us much less the stop sign! That just made me more angry. About that time the police showed up and one officer took me aside and the other officer took the man off.

I told the officer what happened. I also pointed out the ice on the mans windshield. All though the guy left his car running to hopefully defrost the window before the police arrived. Didn’t work, as the police showed up rather quickly that morning for a change.


I remember though the feeling of calm come over me as I saw that car getting bigger fast just before he hit us. It was slow motion that time too, but quickly sped up after the accident. I also remember vividly the police officer looking at my mom’s car and telling me that if my mother would have been just a few seconds slower, the car would have hit my door and probably, if not killed me, injured me greatly. As it was, I was just shook up, but alive.

So yeah, I’ve had my fair share of surreal happenings.








  1. Surreal (Short story) | A mom’s blog
  2. The Cruelty of Time | snapshotsofawanderingheart
  3. Chaffinch | Writing and Works
  4. Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone « Mama Bear Musings
  5. Episodes of Serenity | My Musings | WANGSGARD
  6. Daily Prompt/ Twilight Zone? | Sitting on the Porch
  7. Get Transported. How? Finding Awe | Emotional Fitness
  8. Daily Prompt: The Twilight Zone | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  9. DP: Surreal | As I See It
  10. Twilight Moments (Daily Prompt Challenge) | Ana Linden
  11. In the Nick of Time. | jwdwrites
  12. Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone | Indira’s Blog
  13. Time Warp | Views Splash!
  14. The Quickest Way To The Twilight Zone Is By Bus… | Steve Says…
  15. This is Not a Pipe | jigokucho
  16. The Twilight Zone | melissuhhsmiles
  17. Secret Jellyfish World | Wright Outta Nowhere
  18. Moving back home will make anyone feel as if they’ve entered a 1950′s pod people movie. | The Bohemian Rock Star’s “Untitled Project”
  19. Delirium | Life is great
  20. Silence in the Metro | MC’s Whispers
  21. There Is No Time/Daily Prompt | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  22. Woman urinating in traffic | shame
  23. Magnetic Me | Green Embers
  24. Mother’s Room | Flowers and Breezes
  25. DP: Confusion / Surreal – Morning Prayer at Mina (Hajj diary extract) | aliabbasali
  26. Daily Prompt: Twilight Zone | Basically Beyond Basic
  27. Miss Mona’s Final Day
  28. Surreal | Real Life Co.
  29. Daily Prompt: Being Trippy! | All Things Cute and Beautiful



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Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance

Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance

What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us MOVEMENT.


Ah, dance. I love to dance, always have. I think I came by it honestly through my parents. They both love music and I remember when I was very young watching my mom and dad dance the ‘Big Apple’ or the ‘Jitterbug’. They would be dancing and laughing and having such fun! Those were the dances of their youth and they loved them.



I remember having a small record player when I was a kid. I would play actual vinyl records! I know I’m aging myself, but that’s ok. To this day I love vinyl records, 45’s, albums, for a while I even had some really old 78’s. (If you are too young to remember what they were or looked like, google them! Ha-ha)

When I was a kid, I would make up my own dance moves to my records. I’d work on them for weeks till I got it down just right. I would never sing though, because even back then, I knew my voice was not made for singing! I knew the songs by heart though, and my dance steps. And the rare times I knew no one was about I would try singing them along with doing my dancing. But I would never sing in front of anyone.

My parents loved to have me do my little dance routines in front of company. I think those were the only times I wasn’t shy! I would set my record player up and strut my stuff. The adults would clap and laugh and ask for more! I was in my element.

As I grew older I was taught how to waltz by my dad. We’d go out as a family to the bar and crank the jukebox up and my dad would waltz with me around the pool table. Those were fun times!


When I moved to Texas, of course I learned how to Texas Two-Step. Me and a girlfriend would go to a place in Ft Worth where they had a huge dance floor. We’d buy our first drink and sit at a table and it didn’t take long for both of us to be asked to dance.

I remember the first time a cowboy type asked me to dance. I warned him that I had never danced the two step and he was risking his fancy cowboy boots to my feet. He didn’t mind, he said, and off we went. He slowly showed me the basics and within minutes we were going around that old oak dance floor like we had been dancing together for years. Those were fun days back then. He never failed to ask me to dance every time my girlfriend and I went there.

I still love to dance, even though I rarely do anymore. But sometimes I crank up the music in the house and just go for it! My dog Sam is barking and chasing me and the cats look at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I laugh and just keep twirling! Sometimes, life is good.




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  3. Dance On! | Life Confusions
  4. Daily Prompt: Being a Dancer! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  5. Daily Prompt: An Ode to Dancing Memories | melanielynngriffin
  6. Broken Dreams? | Tale of Two Tomatoes
  7. DP: Let’s Dance – As the End Draws Near | aliabbasali
  9. Happy 30th Birthday, Daddy! | Beez Giftz
  10. Dance on and on and on and on | Emotional Fitness
  11. In the Mood | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  12. Movement | The Land Slide Photography
  13. Memories of Dancing | Flowers and Breezes
  14. Daring to Dance in the Early Days | This Is Real Life
  15. Make them laugh | Life is great
  16. I Love You All! | Views Splash!
  17. Yellow Shirts and the Hokey-Pokey |Then Came Dance
  18. Dancing in the Kitchen | Monica’s Musings
  19. Daily Prompt: Dance | Different Isn’t Wrong, It’s Just Different
  20. Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance | kimmcnulty
  21. Dancing with Dreams | snapshotsofawanderingheart
  22. I’ve Danced and Once! | Views Splash!
  23. Chubby Cheeks & Chubby Checker | bemuzin
  24. On the Road to Regionals… Literally! | It’s a wonderful F’N life
  25. Alley Cat | The Zombies Ate My Brains
  26. Daily Prompt: Doing the Hustle | Morrighan’s Muse
  27. Dance to the rhythm in your heart | sunny side dreamers
  28. Dance: Daily Post | Destino
  29. Dance your Dreams Out | Nerd.Laugh.Love
  30. Dance Dance Baybee!! | My pitter patter wordfaLL 🙂
  31. Feb Photo Challenge 27 | Queenie


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Daily Prompt: Tainted Love

Ever been dumped by a boyfriend or girlfriend? Was it a total surprise, or something you saw coming? Tell us your best, worst breakup story. Never been the dumpee, always the dumper? Relate the story of a friend who got unceremoniously kicked to the curb. Change the names to protect the innocent if you must.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us RELEASE.

Well, Daily Prompt, where was this on Valentine’s Day? Kidding!

I’ll tell you about the first time I was dumped. Ah, it still has a small pin prick of a hurt left, even after so many years.

I remember like it was yesterday, his golden hair, blue eyes, and sweet smile. He was a god to me! An Adonis in all his glory. He’d smile at me and I’d melt into a puddle of girlish dreams.

He was an older man, I was still a child. I know this now, but then I felt my heart beat fast when in his company. His name was James, he was nineteen, I was thirteen. And he stole my heart, then broke it.

He lived across the alley from me and the first time I saw him in his Air Force uniform, I fell in love. Completely, hopelessly, delightfully, and frightenly in love. I was playing softball in the alley with my friends, I was the pitcher. I remember throwing the ball and having a friend hit it with a resounding whack! Off it flew into a neighbor’s yard. Yes, it was Jame’s yard and that’s when I met him.

He was helping his mother pick plums off her plum tree in their backyard. He was in uniform, smiling and laughing with his mother. His head thrown back, laughter erupting like a geyser out of his golden throat. His blonde hair ruffled by a caressing breeze. I stood there, silent and in awe that such a being existed in my world and I had never seen him before.

It was in that instant that I fell in love.

Our ball in the meantime had landed at his feet. He stopped laughing and looked down at it and then at me standing outside the gate.

“This your ball?” He asked me smiling.

I could only nod my head shyly. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he bent down and picked up the ball. His mother, who in past times had yelled at us kids in the neighborhood to stop being so loud, to stop stealing her plums, (we did steal them too, as they were the juiciest, plumpest plums anywhere!), to stay out of her yard! His mother, started to berate me for playing ball in the alley. I heard him say softly, “Mom, don’t, they are only playing.”

Wonders of wonders! She smiled and hushed, I remember being awed that he could quiet her with a few soft words. In fact, I had never once, in all the years that we lived across from her, I had never seen her smile. Yet, there she was, doing so! I don’t know what surprised me the most, the twinkle in his eyes, or the sight of old Mrs. Holden with a smile on her face!

He sauntered over to the gate and opened it. Stepping out into the alley next to me. He held out the ball and smiled his beautiful smile. I took the ball and felt my heart thundering in my chest.

“I’m James, you can call me Jim. Who are you?”

I managed to get out of my closed throat, “Jackie.”

“Can I watch you guys play for a while?”

Staring at the ground like a ninny, I muttered, “Sure.”

I turned and ran back to my friends. Feeling nervous and shy like the young school girl I was, I continued playing with my friends. Soon I heard Jim’s voice behind me.

“I can show you a better way of throwing the ball. It’ll put more of a spin to it, harder to hit.”

I turned quickly and almost hit against his solid chest. I could feel my face turning beet red as it was wont to do in situations like this. Damn my shyness! But being the kind guy he was, he never mentioned red faces or shy eyes. He stood behind me and put his arms around me and showed me how to hold the ball in my fingers and to give it a slight twist just as I let it go in my throw.

From that day on my summer break from school turned magical. Every day for weeks I would talk to Jim and he to me. We’d laugh and tell jokes and have fun. Then one day my older sister showed up. She is two years older than me. So at 15 she was closer to Jim’s age than me. They began to talk and I noticed how Jim could not take his eye’s off of my sister. I died inside. Crushed. Knowing there was nothing I could do.

So yes, my Adonis threw me over for my sister! The pain, the humiliation. He gently told me I was too young for him. That though he enjoyed my company, he wanted to date my sister!

So there you have it folks. My first true heartbreak. Oh, they didn’t last long, my sister and Jim. Just the summer. She broke it off with him! So I suppose we both had our hearts broken that summer.




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  5. Love is in the Air? | Anecdotes | WANGSGARD.COM
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  7. A six letter nightmare. | Aicela Aitacil
  8. It’s Over. It’s NOT me. It’s you | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  9. this is how I release (you) | 365 days of defiance
  10. The 3 A’s of BROKENNESS: ABUSE, ABANDONMENT, AND ADULTERY | The Christian Gazette
  11. Incarceration | La Gatita Oscura
  12. The Worst Breakup Story
  13. I dreamed you up from flames | Color me in Cyanide and Cherry
  14. Daily Prompt: Tainted Love | Basically Beyond Basic
  15. RELEASE | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  16. Don’t let them see | anonim0us
  17. How I Got Dumped On Valentines Day! | The Political and Social Chaos Blog
  19. ThINkINg ………………..
  20. Daily Prompt: Tainted Love | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  21. Tainted Love | the bippity boppity beautiful blog
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  23. Daily Prompt: Tainted Love | Lady K’s Lounge
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Daily Prompt: It’s Friday, I’m in Love

Remember your first crush? Think about that very first object of your affection. Oh, the sweaty palms. The swoony feeling in your stomach. Tell us the story of your first crush. What was it about this person that made your heart pound? Was the love requited? Change the names to protect the guilty or innocent if you must! No judgement here. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SMITTEN.

Of course it being Valentine’s Day today the daily prompt has to be about love of some sorts. First crushes to be exact. Ah, those first young loves are always special are they not? Mine was probably in the third or fourth grade. His name was Roy, and he had the cutest dimples. Blonde and blue-eyed, he was too. Such a cutie. One summer he moved away and I never saw him again. So sad.

Well, that was my story. Not very interesting, but then most loves at that age aren’t I supposed. So many years ago.

As I’m being a bit lazy today, I decided I would honor first loves by including some old-fashioned Valentines. Hope you enjoy and have a wonderful Valentine’s Day!


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  2. against the grain/instead of the prompt | peacefulblessedstar
  3. Daily Prompt: It’s Friday, I’m in Love | growinolder
  4. My First, Hopefully Only, Love. | Thoughts On Love
  5. Valentine’s Day Runaway | Tish Farrell
  6. Midnight Dawn | The Silver Leaf Journal
  7. The Ideal Lover | An Upturned Soul
  8. Children Without TV #13 Snowboarding | The Vibrant Channeled Creator
  9. Don’t Just Love on Fridays | Random Blotches
  10. Love is Here, Actually | Travel with Intent
  11. I could have loved a bird | Color me in Cyanide and Cherry
  12. Daily Prompt: It’s Friday, I’m in Love | A Room of One’s Own
  13. Happy Valentine’s Day! | The-Priefy’s Blog
  14. It’s Friday, I’m in Love | Cookie the Smelly Beagle 🙂
  15. I was a teenage girl-watcher | Rob’s Surf Report
  16. The Silent Musing | Living in the Moment
  17. My Travel Crush in the Deep South: New Orleans! | Institute for Hispanic Health Equity
  18. Daily prompt: Smitten/100 Posts Published | Wordz on a Page
  19. Daily Prompt: It’s Friday, I’m in Love | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  20. That 3 Year Old Crush | readingwithafeather
  21. Daily Prompt: It’s Friday, I’m in Love | a Portia Adams adventure
  22. The Smitten Kitten | L5GN
  23. rhapsodiesofmymind
  24. It’s Not You, It’s Me | Into the Heart of Me
  25. Ok, I’ll Eat the Chocolate. But Not Because You Tell Me To. | The Playground
  26. My Author-itis
  27. One Love | My Author-itis
  28. FIRST TIME, I FELL IN LOVE AT 6. AND THEN AT 6:30. | Standing Ovation, Seated
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Daily Prompt: Lucky Star

Today is your lucky day. You get three wishes, granted to you by The Daily Post. What are your three wishes and why?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us WISHES.

Today’s daily post prompt is about wishes. We get three of them. Lucky us! Would I like some wishes to come true? Sure, who doesn’t? Today though I don’t think I’ll share what my wishes would be. A lady needs some secrets, it keeps the mystery alive. Ha!

Instead, I thought I’d dip my fingers into the realms of poems again. Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking.

‘But Jackie! You don’t do poems, at least not very well.’

And you would be right! But, (there is always a but somewhere), but, if I don’t practice how am I to do better? Right? So guess what, you all will be my test audience. I thank you for participating. Ha! As if you have a choice.


Three wishes I put into a jar

I flung them in the ocean

And watched from afar

As they floated out towards distance shores

Where will they end, these wishes I wished

I have no clue, but I wished them the best

Maybe they will float to the end of the world

Where a stranger will see them and give them a whirl

He’ll open my jar that I threw long ago

Read my wishes and give them a go

For you see, my wishes that I wished

And stuck in that jar that fateful day

Were hopes and prayers for better ways

For the people of this world to smile and love

To give out their hugs and say

I found three wishes this day

They were in a jar from far away

This woman from distant shores

Gave her wishes to the ocean floors

To sweep them far and wide

So whoever found them could give them with pride

Those three wishes that were brought with the tide

  1. Daily Prompt: Lucky Stars | Journeyman
  2. 3 Wishes; You Got To Be Kidding Me! | The Jittery Goat
  3. Short of Apotheosis | Daily Prompt: Lucky Star | likereadingontrains
  4. Blogger schenken Lesefreude | lady smartypants
  5. Gates | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  6. Unicorn | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  7. DP Daily Prompt: Lucky Star | Sabethville
  8. Daily Prompt: Lucky Star | Incidents of a Dysfunctional Spraffer
  9. | preethikarthik06
  10. Lucky Star | An Accountant and a Mum
  11. Add Love and Stir | Travel with Intent
  12. rhapsodiesofmymind
  13. Star light, Star bright… | Sounds of Time
  14. Which Wishes Would I Wish, If I Had Wishes to Wish? | meanderedwanderings
  15. A Land which says..”GLOOM IS BANNED” | So Not Simple
  16. DP: Lucky Star | Scorched Ice
  17. Late Season Sailing | Exploratorius
  18. Daily Prompt: Lucky Star « cognitive reflection
  19. Wishing on a falling star…that won’t get you very far | snapshotsofawanderingheart
  20. Things Are Going My Way « lordmikle
  21. Daily Prompt: Lucky Star « Mama Bear Musings
  22. Fairy Godmother Time: Daily Prompt | alienorajt
  23. Three Wishes « My journey to qualify for the Boston Marathon…and everything in between…
  24. If Wishes Were Butterflies, My Net Would Be Full… | The Eclectic Poet
  25. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. | My Lullabies
  26. Lucky Star | Shade Walker
  27. Daily Prompt: Lucky Star – 3 Wishes | Life’s So Sweet
  28. I Have a Lucky Star ! | Knowledge Addiction
  29. If Wishes Were Horses | Unlocking The Inner Creative
  30. Three Wishes? | Post Departum Depression

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Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way

Today’s Daily Prompt:

Describe the one decision in your life where you wish you could get a “do-over.” Tell us about the decision, and why you’d choose to take a different path this time around.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us ITERATION.


So today I thought I would have a bit of fun with the daily prompt. Instead of reading about things I might have done in the past that I wish I could do over. (Which are very few for me) I’d give you some fun things to read, that fits the criteria of ITERATION. The definition of iteration is:  1. The act of repeating; a repetition.

So based from that definition I thought it might be fun to read some literature or poems that fit the definition of iteration, as in a repetition. I know, I’m loosely following the idea of the prompt, but hey, I can do it if I want. I’m such a rebel! They did say do it our way.



Because I do not hope to turn again

Because I do not hope

Because I do not hope to turn

Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope

I no longer strive to strive towards such things

(Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?)

Why should I mourn

The vanished power of the usual reign?

T.S. Eliot


And then there is good old Mother Goose……


Piping hot, smoking hot.
What I’ve got
You have not.
Hot gray pease, hot, hot, hot;
Hot gray pease, hot.



To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.


And then of course there is Dr Seuss……..

Waiting for the fish to bite
Or waiting for wind to fly a kite.
Or waiting around for Friday night
Or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake
Or a pot to boil or a better break
Or a string of pearls or a pair of pants
Or a wig with curls or another chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
~Dr. Seuss





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  1. Thawing inch by inch | Never Stationary
  2. Condemned | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  3. Home | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  4. It wasn’t even a nokia | Casually Short
  5. Dale And The Surreal | The Jittery Goat
  6. A Memory from the Kitchen Years | AS I PLEASE
  7. Second Chance | Momma Said There’d Be Days Like This
  8. The Affair: Daily Prompt | alienorajt
  9. Things I regret | muffinscout
  10. Into the Forest I Wish I Went | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  11. DP Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way | Sabethville
  12. in your mother tongue, | y
  13. Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way | Incidents of a Dysfunctional Spraffer
  14. Climbing the Stick — Redux | Exploratorius
  15. Hindsight, the Road not Taken and a Conversation with a Man Named Nicodemus | meanderedwanderings
  16. Wish Upon A Star | marjanitalarosa
  17. Daily Post: Bye, Bye Paris | Willow Blackbird
  18. Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way | The Wandering Poet
  19. Equivocation | La Gatita Oscura
  20. It’s time to complain (Again) | Phelio a Random Post a Day
  21. No regrets | A mom’s blog
  22. Redo from Start! | L5GN
  23. His plan for me (pantoum) | peacefulblessedstar
  24. While I’m Away From You My Son | Raising Jed
  25. Too Much… | Tommia’s Tablet
  26. Wish to Uncover the hidden secrets of human brain | Outreach
  27. This is My Life | Real Momma Ramblings
  28. No Regrets Here | The Shotgun Girls
  29. Major Alert | Wanderlein
  30. OmG Noodles Grow On My Head | So Not Simple
  31. Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way « Mama Bear Musings



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Daily Post: Take That, Rosetta!

If you could wake up tomorrow and be fluent in any language you don’t currently speak, which would it be? Why? What’s the first thing you do with your new linguistic skills?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TONGUE.

Ah, I love languages, all of them. I think our world is so blessed in many ways to have so many different languages spoken. The Daily Post for today is all about languages and which ones we want to learn.

I know exactly which language I would love to be fluent in. The language of my Native American ancestors. I’m half Potawatomi Indian. I look like my German father, though. But inside, my heart, my soul is Native American.

It’s so sad that so many Native American languages have become instinct. A lot of them are passed down through the elders to the young. Unfortunately the young don’t seem to want to learn. Such a shame. Some Native American languages don’t have a written one, just oral. Luckily Potawatomi language has both.

Potawatomi (also spelled Pottawatomie; in Potawatomi Bodéwadmimwen or Bodéwadmi Zheshmowen or Neshnabémwen) is a CentralAlgonquian language and is spoken around the Great Lakes in Michigan and Wisconsin, as well as in Kansas in the United States, and in southern Ontario in Canada, by 1300 Potawatomi people, all elderly. There is currently an effort underway to revive the language.

So for my first lesson I will learn how to say; Today is Monday ~~ Ngot gizhget ngom.

If you go to the link that I included in the sentence you will be able to hear what it sounds like.

Then of course there is just good old English. I have yet to conquer ‘proper English’. haha!



What languages do you wish you could know overnight? 







  1. Daily Post: Take That, Rosetta! | Basically Beyond Basic
  2. Istanbul – çok pahalı çok güzel | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  3. Let’s talk in verse | Perspectives on life, universe and everything
  4. Teachable Moments Are The Last Refuge Of Tyrants | The Jittery Goat
  5. Concrete Navy | Exploratorius
  6. Daily Prompt: Take That Rosetta | Incidents of a Dysfunctional Spraffer
  7. Lovely language of love and lust – Daily Prompt | alienorajt
  8. Cat Tongues are rough | Purple Rosemary
  9. Daily Prompt: Take That, Rosetta! | Under the Monkey Tree
  10. Daily Post: Take That, Rosetta! | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  11. Screaming in Unheard Tongues | 365 days of defiance
  12. Give Me it ALL, Rosetta Stone | The Mercenary Researcher
  13. Daily Prompt: Being Fluent! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  14. Daily Prompt: Take That, Rosetta! | Step It Up
  15. A Punch! | Hope* the happy hugger
  16. DP Daily Prompt: Take That Rosetta! | Sabethville
  17. Arena de Verona – Bucket List | My Little Avalon
  18. Daily prompt : Take That Rosetta | La chica de la burbuja
  19. Daily Post: Take That, Rosetta! « cognitive reflection
  20. Mother tongue | A mom’s blog
  21. Daily Post: Take That : TONGUE: They Call It Puppy Love | heysugarsugar
  22. Daily Prompt: Take That, Rosetta! | imagination
  23. timoun radyan ini | peacefulblessedstar
  24. Daily Post: Take That, Rosetta! | seikaiha’s
  25. Daily Prompt: Take That, Rosetta « Mama Bear Musings
  26. A Prayer | The Zombies Ate My Brains
  27. Puppy Tongues… | Haiku By Ku
  28. 262. New Fluency | Barely Right of Center
  30. Daily Post: Take That Rosetta! | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss



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Daily Prompt: Happy Endings/Not So Sure How Happy the Endings Are

Today’s Daily Prompt is all about quitting things or endings.

Tell us about something you’ve tried to quit. Did you go cold turkey, or for gradual change? Did it stick?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us THE END.



I think we’ve all quit things or finished things at some point in our lives. I used to be a smoker, I quit cold turkey 8 years ago. It wasn’t as hard that last time as it had been so many times before. Like most smokers I had quit many, many times before. Just to go back to those little addictive sticks of death again and again.

Ugh! source
Ugh! source


What made the last time so much easier and made it stick for good was simple. I like breathing. It got to the point that it was either smoke and stop breathing, or quit and continue breathing in a much easier way. I also developed an allergy to smoke. Yeah, ironic huh? A smoker who was allergic to smoke.

Now I hate the smell of cigarette smoke and if I’m around it too long or around too many smokers at one time, I feel my breath getting shorter and my eyes water and I start sneezing. Not pleasant at all.

I pretty much quit eating sugar too. I became a diabetic after getting really sick about 5 years ago. I never knew diabetes could develop that way! My doctor explained that they are now finding out that, yes, some diabetics become diabetics after a severe illness. It’s believed I was probably pre-diabetic before hand and when I got really sick, it lowered my natural defenses and bam! Diabetes here I come.

I went home and cried. I thought it was the end of the world. I knew someone in my past that was diabetic and he died much too young because of complications from the disease. He also developed it much younger than me, barely out of his teens. I got it much later in life.

It isn’t a death sentence unless you don’t watch what you eat or take care of yourself. Before I got sick, I was a coke-a-holic. I drank coke cola a lot! I mean seriously a lot. That quit the day I found out I was diabetic. Whew, talk about withdrawal! I got headaches for days afterward. But eventually I learned to do without. Now I drink diet pop/soda about once a day. Usually thought it’s water or coffee or tea.

I take care of myself now, no sugar (ok, I cheat once in a while, I’m not perfect!), lots of water and watch what I eat. It becomes second nature now to look at food and drink labels. You would be shocked at the sugar content in some things! Like sausage! Who would have thunk sugar was in the sausage! But it is in some.

Ah the joy of needles.
Ah the joy of needles.

Before becoming a diabetic, I used to literally faint at the sight of needles. Yup, I was the one the nurses hating taking blood from. Zonk! Down on the floor I would go. Lights out sister! Now? Pffftttt! Needles don’t bother me one bit. I mean really. I would be hard to give myself injections every day if I kept passing out. So that’s another thing I quit, fainting at the sight of needles.

Years ago I quit my ex husband too. That was more of a gradual quit. Should have been a cold turkey one. The marriage had not been working for years. For almost the whole 13 years I stayed. Some things are hard to quit cold turkey, even when a person knows it’s bad for them. My marriage was like that. He kept promising to change, I kept believing him. Till the emotional abuse became too much for me to handle. I almost lost myself because of him.

So I walked out without a dime to my name. One suitcase and what little of myself I could pack into it. I walked out, but he didn’t want to leave it at that. That’s where the five years of hell afterwards come in, but that’s another whole other story. So that was another kind of quitting, or ending.

Like I said we all have them throughout our lives. The quitting of a job, the ending of a relationship, the stopping of eating or drinking something that will harm us.  Even little things, like going a different way to work, you quit one direction and go in another. Life is made up of stops and starts. Big and small. It’s how we grow as a person, it’s what shapes our lives. Those stops and starts can be good or they can be bad. Your choice. My choice.

I chose for me, I’m adventurous like that.





  1. Quitting: A Happy Ending | Delicious Ambiguity
  2. Daily Prompt: Happy Endings | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  3. Whistonwick | Writing and Works
  4. Happy beginnings | Life is great
  5. Endings Are Beginnings | Ako Si Ehm Blog
  6. 259. Cold Turkey | Barely Right of Center
  7. Dead Branch | Wanderlein
  8. Happy End To Shopping This Morning | Lisa’s Kansa Muse
  9. Smoking & the Heart | A mom’s blog
  10. When I Broke Up With Coke
  11. Death – Daily Prompt photo | alienorajt
  12. I’m not NOT quitting. | The Playground
  13. The End Became the Beginning | The View From Here
  14. Given Up On Giving Up – Daily Prompt – Happy Ending | Views Splash!
  15. The End | Flowers and Breezes
  16. Happy Endings | The Nameless One
  17. I Quit Facebook/Daily Prompt | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  18. The End | Happily Skipping Thru Life
  19. Daily Prompt: The End | That Montreal Girl
  20. Rebirth | Broken Light: A Photography Collective
  21. if you break into | y
  22. Confessions of a T. S. G. | gogirlgone
  23. Smoke On | Just Visiting This Planet
  24. Why it’s better to never start in the first place: | Rob’s Surf Report
  25. Daily Prompt – Happy Endings – Be Told |
  26. Haiku- The End | chinks’ lounge
  27. Daily Prompt: Happy Endings – My Life, My Way, My Words
  28. To the Sweetest | The Shotgun Girls
  29. REQUIESCAT IN PACE | Serendipity


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Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course

Think about what you wanted to accomplish last week. Did you? What are the things that hold you back from doing everything you’d like to do?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us BARRIERS.


Today’s daily prompt has hit home for me today. I was thinking to myself late last night that I didn’t get half of what I wanted to get done this past week or so.

As for the why, well, there are several contributing factors. The biggest being myself. I have felt restless, edgy and distracted for a few weeks now. I have no idea why. Maybe it’s being housebound for weeks on end. Maybe it’s the weather and it’s most definitely been the awful wind.

I have had a lot on my mind and haven’t been able to find resolutions to some of my problems. I hate that. I’m a thinking person. My mind is always running full speed ahead! The only time it slows down is when I’m sleeping. Lately, though even sleeping has been difficult. Filled with vivid dreams and confusing dialogs.


I try to pay attention to my dreams, as they usually help me find solutions to problems or answers to questions. I’ve trained myself through the years to remember most of my dreams. If you can interpret your dreams, a lot of life’s problems can be solved if you keep your heart and mind open to them.

My dreams have mostly been a reflection of my restlessness it seems. They don’t make any sense no matter how I look at them. I’ve dreamed several times of my late father, which usually comforts me, but these dreams haven’t. They are tiring and confusing and make no sense.

For now I’ll try not to worry about the dreams.

My health was not the best the last few months.  I don’t usually talk about my health problems as I want my blog to be uplifting, happy and full of wonderful stories, whether fiction or not. Life has a way of stepping on my toes on this one.

As many of you know, I’m a diabetic. Lately I’ve been having problems keeping my blood sugar stable. Stress is a major factor in that one. Less stress equals lower blood sugars. I don’t see the end of my stress in the near future. It is what it is. Having higher sugars than normal means, for me, more joint pain, more fuzzy eyesight, more fitful sleep and just feeling like my mind is full of cotton. So once again, I try to adjust my eating habits to help lower the sugars. Constant battle. I hate it.

Every  joint in my body hurts, all the time. That sucks. I’m not a complainer. I go through my pain and suffer silently. I just withdraw more into myself and just don’t feel like talking. That’s just me. I’m a loner anyway, but these past weeks, even I don’t like my company.

So what are the things that hold me back from accomplishing everything I want to? Diabetes, lack of good sleep, pain, stress and wanting to just get away for a while. It’s been hell lately, but it’s something that I will work through. I’m stubborn that way.

On the good news front, I have started another novel. Some know that I have been working on “The Key” for a year now. I’m more than half way done with it. I need to give it a rest for a bit as I seem to be stuck. My other novel is a memoir. I’ve made the decision to put that on the back burner for now. At least while my mother is alive. It’s a scorcher and some of it I don’t want my mother to know about as it would just give her pain. No sense in doing that.


My new WIP (work in progress) is one I’ve had in my head for over a year. It’s part mystery, part revenge, with a bit of romance thrown in for good measure. I haven’t come up with a title yet. I’ll have to write a bit more than it will come to me. I’m excited to finally start getting it down in writing. So I suppose my time hasn’t been a complete waste.

I just wish I could get more done than I have. I’m not whining. Well, not much. I just have to figure out what my dad is trying to tell me in my dreams.




  1. Why women put up barriers to sex! ADULT CONTENT -Daily Prompt | alienorajt
  2. Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course | The Wandering Poet
  3. DP Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course | Sabethville
  4. Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course | Incidents of a Dysfunctional Spraffer
  5. Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course | Under the Monkey Tree
  6. Obstacles | Sue’s Trifles
  7. blossoming individual | peacefulblessedstar
  8. Getting Things Done « One Crazy Mom
  9. Adventures in baby cereal | Life Love Lily
  10. So much to do | Angel Frouk
  11. Getting Out of My Way | The Silver Leaf Journal
  12. A Day With Chef Rene | The Jittery Goat
  13. caught | yiching lin photography
  14. there are | y
  15. Obstacles to Peace and/or Prosperity/Daily Prompt | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  16. Purpose | Phelio a Random Post a Day
  17. Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course (to UK) | Memory Bank of the Nocturnal
  18. An obstacle for everyone | LauGraEva
  19. The “Motif” Obstacle Course! | Home’s Cool!
  20. Daily Prompt: Obstacles « My journey to qualify for the Boston Marathonand everything in between…
  21. The Silent Treatment. | Hope* the happy hugger
  22. Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course | Awl and Scribe
  23. of nothingness « Anawnimiss
  24. Why Did I Tackle This Obstacle Course? | Sued51’s Blog
  25. Time and Time Again . . . But, There Never Seems to be Enough | meanderedwanderings
  26. Daily Prompt: Obstacle Course | sixty, single and surviving


Do you believe in dreams and that they can help you? What new projects if any have you got planned for the coming year? Let me know! 


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Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen

So today the Daily Prompt is: Sweet Sixteen

Write a post inspired by your sixteenth birthday.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SIXTEEN.


Ah, sweet sixteen. So many years ago that was. No, I’m not telling you how many. That will be my secret for now.

I remember that year so well. There was good in it and there was bad in it.

That had been a hard year for me. My mother and I wasn’t getting along at all. Which was pretty much the norm for us, sad to say. She was a difficult woman to live with. Me, I was quiet and reserved and more often than not had my head stuck in a book.

My sixteenth year has stuck in my memory for a couple of reasons. First, I got a couple of extra special gifts. My first bike was one of them! My other siblings all had bikes, I was the only one that didn’t. For some reason my mother didn’t think I needed one. Long story there, but for now I’ll keep that part short.

My dad surprised me the Saturday of my sixteenth birthday. First, he asked me if I would go for a drive with him. I, of course said yes! Going somewhere with dad was a special treat. I had no idea where we were going as he didn’t say. After a short drive, we turned into the parking lot of a Schwinn store. Back then that was the Cadillac of bikes. I started to get excited but tried not to let it show. We walked in the store hand in hand and once inside my dad said to take a look around.

Oh, so many pretty bikes! So many different colors and styles. My dad was talking to the salesman for a few minutes and then walked over to me. I was admiring a really nice woman’s bike, a three speed. It was red and white with lots of chrome. I fell in love! My dad asked me if I liked that one and I said sure! I was still not sure if he meant to buy me one. Never knew with dad.

Dad just turned to the salesman and said we’ll take that one! I was so excited! So that day I went home with my very first bike. The  other special present would come later that weekend. And this one would be the most special present I ever got.

This is exactly what it looked like.
This is exactly what it looked like.

Sunday morning my mom and dad left for somewhere and didn’t tell us kids where they were going. We were all old enough by then to take care of ourselves for a day. Late afternoon I heard them come home, not thinking much about it, I stayed in my room, reading.

I heard my mom calling my name so I went to see what she wanted. She told me, dad needed some help outside. So out I went thinking maybe to help him bring in groceries or something. Dad was standing outside in the backyard with his back to me. I went up to him and asked him what he needed. He turned around and in his arms was the smallest, cutest puppy I had ever seen!

I was well known by then of my  love of animals of all kinds. Always bringing home baby squirrels, birds and other animals to nurse back to health. Dad handed me this tiny black and white puppy and it was love at first sight! This little bundle of fur wiggled in my arms and licked my face and smelled like a puppy, clean and pure. He had a flat little face and the brightest eyes. I just looked at my dad with what I’m sure was a silly smile. He said the puppy was mine, part of my sixteenth birthday present.

I put the puppy down at our feet and watched him explore his new world on little, clumsy puppy feet. My dad said he was a Shih Tzu purebred. At that time the breed was little known in the States and very expensive. He had papers and a long list of royalty relatives. I named him Chang NeTe Wong, but he was always Puppy to me. Him and I were best buds from day one. That dog was the best birthday present ever! Even better than the much dreamed about bike.

Source.  This is what Puppy looked like even down to the ponytail. High maintenance but worth it. :-)
This is what Puppy looked like even down to the ponytail. High maintenance but worth it. 🙂




  1. Watering pots | Vintage Photography
  2. My Floating Musings
  3. Bert Was A Thief (short fiction) | The Jittery Goat
  4. Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen | Under the Monkey Tree
  5. Daily Prompt: Sixteen « Vicariously Poetic
  6. Insert End of an Era Cliché Here | AS I PLEASE
  7. Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen | The Wandering Poet
  8. Inspiration of a Sixteen-year Old — A Haiku: Monday, January 20, 2014 |
  9. Sweet Sixteen | Geek Ergo Sum
  10. Not so Sweet Sixteen | Dance with the Rain
  11. Sixteen Candles and One Surprise Party | meanderedwanderings
  12. Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen | tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
  13. It’s been an extremely long time since I was sixteen | thoughtsofrkh
  14. Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen | Vagabond
  15. Inside left blank for your own message | Kate Murray
  16. Sweet Sixteen – Quizmania | L5GN
  17. [M.M.X.I.V. 20] Hawai’i shirts | Never A Worry
  18. And this is why I lose my memories… | Rob’s Surf Report
  19. POEM: Sweet NOT Sixteen | Poetry by Nowelle
  20. 17 Again | Processing the life
  21. Was Hitler sweet at sixteen? | Mishe en Place
  22. Old and Wise… | Haiku By Ku
  23. Na segunda metade dos 15 | Sonhos desencontrados
  24. Sixteen Birthday | Flowers and Breezes
  25. Daily Prompt: Being Sixteen! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  26. DP Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen | Sabethville
  27. Some Girls Got Mustangs/Daily Prompt | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  28. Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  29. Not so sweet sixteen | A mom’s blog
  30. Daily Prompt – Sweet Sixteen – You can always have fun | storyofmylife1993
  31. | all my likes
  32. Opening the Doors of Perception | The Silver Leaf Journal
  33. Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen | Poetry
  34. Sweet Sixteen | The Story of a Guy
  35. Sweet Sixteen – A letter to my 16 year old self | Stephen Chapman
  36. I’d Rather Remember My 39th Birthday
  37. Sweet sixteen | Sue’s Trifles
  38. The 5 worst pieces of advice I’ve ever gotten about high school | Never Stationary
  39. A Good Day to Celebrate | LenzExperiments
  40. Sweet Sixteen | Lead us from the Unreal to the Real
  41. Sweet sixteen, have you ever….. | bagofbuttons
  42. Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen | Winging it


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Daily Prompt: All It’s Cracked Up to Be

Today’s Daily Prompt:

Tell us about a time when everything actually turned out exactly as you’d hoped.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us PERFECT.



This one was an easy one for me today.

You know what turned out exactly as I hoped? Blogging.

When I first started blogging about a year and half ago, I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew I wanted to do it. I never  read many blogs, just a few from a couple of friends. I liked how they made their blogs an extension of themselves. I wanted to do that.

I knew I wanted to write, but the funny thing was my first blog was a food blog. Food I knew. I love to cook, I love to learn about new food, I love to try new recipes. So, instead of doing what I really wanted to do (write stories) I started the food blog and was quite pleased with the response.

You see, I was terrified to put my stories out there for public consumption. I didn’t think I was good enough. I liked my stories, well of course I did! But would others? Strangers reading my words and enjoying them? I didn’t think that was possible.

Six months later I decided to do what I should have done in the first place. Start a blog with my writing in mind. That’s how this blog was born. And I’m loving it.

I’ve ‘met’ so many other great bloggers. People who love to write as much as I do. I’ve learned how to tread this blogging world and now I hike all over it! I’ve grown as a writer with some great advice and challenges.

I found out about NaNoWriMo and Haiku’s and flash fiction and fell in love with writing all over again. So yes! Everything turned out even better than I had hoped.

Thank you all for reading my blog, liking my posts, enjoying my stories, helping me to grow as a writer and fall in love with words more than ever. Words, mine and yours are beautiful things.




  1. A Perfect Day | Flowers and Breezes
  2. Answered Prayers | Active Army Wife
  3. Quest for the Perfect Story | theauthorwhoknows
  4. The Perfect Moment | My Little Avalon
  5. Day 8: What I see 🙂 | gypsy thoughts ..
  6. If you look for Perfection, you’ll never be Content | An Upturned Soul
  7. Better Than Perfect | Mishe en Place
  8. All It’s Cracked Up To Be | Just Visiting This Planet
  9. Just one shade of gray | Stories from aside
  10. Facets | johnny ojanpera
  11. Daily Prompt : All It’s Cracked Up to Be | Nicole Sloan’s Writing
  12. Daily Prompt: All It’s Cracked Up To Be | Chronicles of an Anglo Swiss
  13. Daily Prompt: All It’s Cracked Up to Be | Awl and Scribe
  14. Pantomime Dame’s Weakest Link?! | alienorajt
  15. 252. Picture Perfect | Barely Right of Center
  16. Chat Time, Chatime | Le Journal D’Une Cheval Noire
  17. The Best Life: The Medical Edition | The Best Life
  18. Daily Prompt: Perfect | Different Isn’t Wrong, It’s Just Different
  19. Capitol Hill, Denver/Daily Prompt | I’m a Writer, Yes I Am
  20. Daily Prompt: Being Hopeful! | All Things Cute and Beautiful
  21. Mother’s Art | Retrofocus
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  23. The Perfect Afternoon Nap | My Outlook on the World
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