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My Front Porch…

Sitting on my front porch was one of my favorite things to do after a day of playing in the dirt, or walking down the street to school to run up and down the football field.  The porch was like the day’s final resting spot.  Not like a death, but more like a place for contemplation and reflection.  Sitting on the brick-laid steps I’d watch the lizards jump from bush to bush and try to guess what color car would drive by next.  The mosquitoes hadn’t quite come out for their time in the sun yet, so sitting on the steps, catching a breeze here and there, watching the cars pass, while I try to guess what’s for dinner by sniffing the air for any sign of red beans or baked macaroni seemed to be the best idea at the time.

Mrs. Reynolds would come out and put her sprinkler over by the azaleas, Continue reading My Front Porch…

Roger Ebert?

I stayed home from work yesterday because I had such a headache that it was hard for me to turn my head.  I never get headaches, so that was different.  It did get better and I ended up on Netflix and watched “Life Itself…” which was the movie about Roger Ebert’s life.  I really had no idea that Roger Ebert was as impressive as he was!  He was an excellent writer Continue reading Roger Ebert?

WHO SAYS?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Helpless.”

So I’m coming home from work on Thursday night.  It’s been a hard week as I’ve been covering for my friend, Mona, who took some time to go help her son set up his new house.  (How exciting!)  But I’m wiped out!  Yeah, the extra money helps.  I love helping my friends when something comes up.  I know they’d do the same for me, and they did when I had to go take care of my sister and when my dad passed.  So I am thankful that they ask me to help because I want them to know that they can count on me and because I can use the money, definitely.  But after work on Thursday, something just let go in my brain.

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