When we pass to one another prejudice by thoughts, words and actions, we allow hate in our world. We choose to change our views depending on circumstances that do not accommodate our immediate needs. What pleases us for the moment lasts an eternity to the person who lives with the reality of hatred.

When we forgive and understand first ,it is only when we will be forgiven and understood. I need a daily reminder, sometimes a minute to minute reminder to focus on the good and act accordingly. Ignorance is a lack of knowledge or understanding. Its up to us to teach, by the way we live our lives, interact with others, with kindness and respect.

We have all had our share of burdens and hardships, heartaches, lets not make it any harder on ourselves. We have got to move forward and open our minds soon.


Liebster Award Shared

I was nominated by:

to answer questions so we can get to know each other better!


Post the award on your blog.
Acknowledge the blogger who nominated you.
Answer the questions assigned to you.
Give 10 random facts about yourself.
Nominate 10 deserving bloggers for the award
Ask 10 questions of your nominees.


1.If you could be a character in any tv show, what would it be?
I don’t watch much t.v., But I like Ar ya Stark from Game of Thrones. She’s a survivor and fights injustice.
2.Describe how your home smells?
My Daughters friend used to come over and say it smells like a hotel though, I’m not sure how many stars in the ratings. We have three dogs and a cat plus five humans living in this house, nightly dinners etc. When I walk in the front door of my house, Id say it smells like cinnamon Potpourri, Thanks giving dinner ,and a freshly hay laid barn. ha ha. It smells like my home and I like it.
3.Does the weather affect your mood?

Everything affects my mood, It fluctuates as the breeze blows. Which makes for unpredictable outcomes to interesting circumstances.
4.If you could live any one day over again, what day would you choose?

I would like to relive a day where I may have hurt someone, then go back and make it right. I try to make amends at the time I make a mistake, but It doesn’t always turn out the way we think it should. So I do the best I can with what I recall, sincerely apologize, then learn from it then move on. I think beginning to right our own wrongs when they happen and when we become conscious, heals all involved. Hopefully one day it would cause a large enough chain reaction to heal the world.
5.If you were a car, what car would you be?

During the week, a Subaru or Volvo something sturdy and protective, tomorrow I might want to be a Jaguar. On Sunday a Honda Crossfire.
6.Do you prefer to read books in paper form or online?

I prefer books in paper form because I like to collect them like a trophy, but I know eventually, I will read online.
7.Is graffiti art?

Yes. The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination. I’m not a fan of all graffiti, its all subjective of course.
8.Are tattoos art?

Yes. The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination.  Of course the tattoo artist tries to convey an expression of feelings moods lifestyles, likes and dislikes for the customer. My tattoos are stained glass windows to my soul,  I heard that once. I personally have six.
9.What is your most favorite word?

10.Is breakfast food an acceptable choice for dinner?

I love Breakfast for dinner, it seems to bring more happy people to the table.
11.Do you have a ticklish spot?

I have a ticklish spot, ha, but I have to be in a ticklish mood for it to work. imagessmily

I nominate these Bloggers:

Your Questions are:

1. What is a funny but embarrassing moment you had.

2.What do you most love about yourself? Why?

3.If you could choose anyone for the presidency who would you pick.

4. What do you most fear? Why?

5. What is your favorite travel destination.

6. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

7. What would your ideal job be?

8. What season do you prefer? Why?

9. What is your favorite Music Band or Performer?

10. Do you think we can each change our world for the better in some small way daily? How?



Desert Prompt/Treasure


I have never actually been to a desert. When I think of a Desert, many things come to mind, the dryness of the sweltering air, the hot sand beneath  calloused feet, the many people who  made their journeys along religious pilgrimages.

In the book “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho, A young Shepard finds him self on a trek across a desert to look for treasure. Along his journey he finds valuable lessons to be learned in order to achieve his goals. This book is a simple yet beautiful fable which carries  much  insight for your heart and mind. Its inspiring.

And all the universe will conspire to get you what you want. It won’t just appear, but if you work on your goals and aspirations, sooner or later, in one way or another ,your goals will present in life. If you find you really want something, you’ll cross the desert to get it ,and as you’re on the journey towards that achievement , there will be some hard choices to make,  but always keep on the path towards your treasure.

Desert Prompt/ Treasure

Glass Prompt/ Do-Over


“Start with the person in the  mirror.” “Seek first to understand, than to be understood.”

I know there are different ways for different people all over the world, but if we can put understanding in our approach to dealing with people places or things, our reactions and responses would bring a gentler outcome.

In understanding we empower ourselves with the knowledge to better communicate and problem solve in a much more efficient and rational way. I know not everyone is going to take an understanding approach.

I know our world can be a scary and a violent place.If we keep our minds on our own business one moment at a time and look in the mirror and say, today, what can I do, say or respond  to start a chain reaction of good. Everyday, every moment, is a do-over. Start with a fresh slate and begin again. I can only hope it could begin with me.

Glass Prompt/ Do-Over




False prompt/ Intentions

My Daddy handed me two shiny silver quarters in the checkout line. “Go get yourself some candy.” I ran to the candy machines and excitedly eyed over my choices.

The machines were a number of red lidded boxes with see through sides so you could peer in to see all the random treasures. I noticed another excited little girl bouncing next to me asking her mom for a quarter, but her mom didn’t have one.

She had the most beautiful braids held together by colorful barrettes. Her head looked like a bright sunny flower garden.

I reached my hand out and offered her one of my quarters.

We both stared those machines down focusing, as we only had so much time left to choose. I put my quarter in and we turned the knob together. I heard the clink of the plastic ball come down the shoot. I grabbed my plastic container and looked in, A fuzzy green worm on a plastic string! My new friend put her quarter in and we turned the knob together, she got an Oscar Meyer weenie whistle!

We laughed and played for the few more moments until my Daddy came barrelling by and grabbed my hand. As we got to the parking lot he stopped and took his hand  and firmly slapped the back of my head. You don’t give quarters to a Black girl! That moment I learned mindful right from wrong.   False / Intentions

Darkness Prompt/ Good Charlotte

Darkness prompt/ Good Charlotte

The home was her childhood home, where she lived with her Father and her Grandparents who since passed on. The mattress badly stained in various hues of brown, lay on the floor and toys and books were strewn about. She was hiding in the dark attic inside the closet in her upstairs bedroom.

Charlotte stood in the corner of the four by five pitch black room behind the door. She closed her eyes tight and made her self small.”I hadn’t eaten today.” She thought as she sucked her belly in.  She remained very quiet and her heartbeat was all she could hear. She tried to slow her breathing but the scratching of the squirrels making nests in the surrounding walls  made it hard for her to breathe.

She heard the creaking as he ascended up the stairs. “Charlotte!” Her Father spewed her name wrapped in poison. He kept calling out for her. He was getting closer. The hinges of the attic door opened slowly. He whispered softly, “Charlotte.” and she could smell the burning hot alcohol on his breath. Tears welled in her eyes and urine trickled down her leg.


Old Type Writer

I was thrift shopping a little bit today, and this piece of history caught my eye. This 1940’s Remington Rand model 10 noiseless typewriter  weighs give or take 30lbs. I dusted it off and wiped it down a little, ordered some ribbon, as it is still in working order.

Will I write a book or short story on it? Not today, but one day, maybe. I’d like to think one day when I’m older, that I might slowly and carefully ,methodically type those keys as to put my old thoughts still on paper. If I’m lucky to have cohesive thoughts, I think I might relish quiet reading and introspection then a bit of key tapping to purge whatever topic flows through my mind.

Maybe a love letter to the love of my life. Maybe caring sympathy for a friend whose grieving.Letters from a typewriter reach the depths of a heart as the keys pound out the expressions. The time it takes to type those heavy keys on a typewriter might seem silly., but I would rather read books than watch television. As Robert Frost wrote. “I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.


Photograph by Marcie Fraser

The Struggle

I was really struggling with focus and content of what to write. I got stuck in editing and rewriting already written material  over and over again. I lacked the self confidence and courage to move forward. Today I chipped away at it.

I read some of a book and I read my work to people who listened and cared for me and then I stepped back. I couldn’t see “the forest for the trees.” Which is someone who is too involved in the details of a problem to look at the situation as a whole. It broadened my  view point.

The inspiration does not flow from the spicket unless I turn the knob. Sometimes it takes a bit of work when its stuck. Sometimes it takes a step forward and then a step back until we get the motivation right. It seems like its a struggle a lot of the time, but if we just follow through with our work the self confidence will rise and the courage to move forward will become easier and the inspiration will begin to flow.


Photograph by Marcie Fraser


Iowa 30th Summer Writing Festival

I was recently a participant at the 30th Iowa Summer Writing Festival in Iowa city, Iowa. I had an interest in writing and it was suggested by an important person in my life that I attend. I remained at the workshop for a week. Our instructor was Richard Thomas who taught Dark Fiction: Horror Writing, who is also the author of Tribulations, Disintegration, Breaker, Staring into The Abyss, Victimized, Transubstantiation, Herniated roots, and numerous works in other books such as The Soul Standard and Gutted: Beautiful Horror Stories. I’m sure I’m missing others, but Wow, pretty great!

Everyday we attended lectures, and class was from two P.M. to five P.M. We had various activities in the evening. For five days we were given writing assignments and homework. I was terrified of failure and couldn’t write a word. We were to read aloud in class ,our own story in our own writing. I just couldn’t pull it together. With support from classmates and my instructor, by the third day, I took a deep breath and just concentrated reading the words. It felt great. A huge obstacle overcome.

Richard Thomas also gave us a personal Q&A session about the craft, which was very informative. My classmates further encouraged me by their actions, they read at open mic night, to me such bravery. As well as the actions of my instructor receiving his MFA, which further encourages me to seek higher education. I had a fantastic experience and to the amazing people who touched my life that week, I just want to say thank you and I hope to see you next summer.

Iowa 30th Summer Writing Festival