Hate is like a piece of yeast. It permeates and puffs up with satisfaction It says, “I am right!” I hold truth! I carry all knowledge! I will rebuke! It wipes its mouth with a napkin And still the juice runs Hate dripping off chins Spilling over into diaper bins And storefront shelves Magazine covers, Fake news Hatred from the SAME WOMB. What words will … Continue reading Hate is?
This is a poem I wrote for a dear friend about 9 or 10 years ago? I changed the end a bit. Deb, this is for you. Love you much! “Muddy waters running ever so slow, Thick sludge Muddy feet and muddy hands that have sunk in the mire You are toiling and battling uphill. I will bring you out of that place. I will … Continue reading Muddy Words
A couple of years ago, my aunt, Eva, who was in her 80’s, was not feeling well. A dear cousin went to visit and took her to the doctor. While there, they discovered she had cancer. Our hearts sunk. My aunt never had children, and so the neighbor had been checking on her. My cousin stayed for the duration–taking her to get her hair done, … Continue reading The Servant
I’m so honored to feature my husband, Jeff Manning, as this month’s author of the month. He, of course, is my favorite author showcased so far! This story is one that will cause you to grab the kleenex but in a good way. At the request of my beloved wife and best friend, I would like to share a walk down memory lane with you. … Continue reading Author of the Month of April
