The Footprints

I enjoy reading poetry. For a long time, that’s all I ever read. I have a first-edition book called The Ballad of the Brand written by Robert William Service. It’s exceptional. My favorite poem that he wrote is Carry On. I would peruse poemhunter.com and read the poems of Langston Hughes, John Keats, Walt Whitman,Continue reading “The Footprints”

The Comfort

Michael W. Smith wrote a book for his grandchildren, and it has an accompanying album with it. The book is called “Nighty Night and Goodnight.” In it, little Ben can’t go to sleep, so his stuffed animals give him suggestions on how to do it. Eventually, they play and sing a lullaby. It goes likeContinue reading “The Comfort”

The Crochet

Crocheting fascinates me. The ins and outs and back and forths of a needle-like hook and the handiwork involved are on par with solving complex mathematical equations, in my opinion. Years ago, my grandpa’s wife made a crocheted blanket for us for Christmas. It seemed five feet long and four feet wide, but I don’tContinue reading “The Crochet”

The Reading

I’ve read thirty-five books this year, and I’d like to share a few excerpts from some of them. I read “Up from Slavery” by Booker T. Washington, and I was amazed by his courage and work ethic when the obstacles seemed insurmountable. He traveled from rural West Virginia to Hampton Normal School, during which travel,Continue reading “The Reading”

The Shape of Love

It had been about a week since her last bath. Her hair was windblown — in reality, shaggy, scraggly, and dirty is a more accurate description. But she did her best to fix it. A lady knocked on her front door yesterday and invited her to church. Her mom said it was okay with her.Continue reading “The Shape of Love”