To Love A Superhero…

To love a superhero you must be brave,
You must be willing to put his heart in the hands of others.
But know, his heart will always be yours.
There are long hallways in big buildings
That become as familiar as the back of you hand
As you pace and wait to hear from the OR.
Nights where sleep is not an option and
Nights where you are so tired sleep is the only option.
You ask the questions and fear the answers,
Watch the struggles and celebrate the little steps.
To love a superhero is like nothing else in the world
They are all little warriors fighting for their lives
You pray every second they start fading away
They find the strength to come back to you.
Angles work feverishly to will their spirits back to their bodies
You barter, you bargain, you offer up your own life
As long as theirs is spared.
To love a superhero you have to know
Every moment should be treasured.
Every day is a gift.

Thank You to the Angles at RMHC who kept my Superhero here with me Wednesday night (7/15/07) when my world almost fell apart. Even Superman needs a boost sometimes, you guys are amazing!!!

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 5 A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words

*Today’s Challenge, pick a random word and put it into Google search, pick the 7th picture and write a story about it. I present, my story…


The Old Tree

I have been here for hundreds of years. I have watched as time passed and the land around me changed. It’s better I start at the beginning.

A bird plucked me from my mothers branches and carried me a great distance away before dropping me in the soft soil that became my home. There was nothing here but forest and animals then. Humans hadn’t made it out this far yet. It was quiet, the air was fresh and the stars were so bright it lit the woods around me. I started to grow, a little at a time. When I was a young sapling  a native girl came and tied a feather to one of my branches. She visited often, sang songs to me and danced about my branches. As she grew older I grew taller, stronger. A man followed her one day and pledged his love to her, this was not the way of their people she said, she was promised to another. He asked her to meet him that night and they would run away and join with another tribe of people. That night she buried something at my feet and told me to keep it safe. I wrapped my roots around the little bundle and held tight. I never saw her again.

For years it was peaceful, I grew, reaching for the sun. Travelers came with their wagons and horses. They would stop in my shade and camp, sometimes taking my branches to make their fires for cooking and warmth. Children would scamper up my trunk and swing from my branches, laughter peeling from the mouths. One of these groups of travelers stayed longer than most. They cut smaller trees down and made a little cabin beside me. They brought animals and planted a garden. I provided shade on the warm days. Years were good, they had children, I loved the children. Laughter was my favorite sound. Fire broke out at the little cabin, heating the air and filling it with the smell of burning. Try as they might the cabin was consumed by the fire as was their youngest son. They placed his body in the grave they dug at my feet, carved his name, Jackson, into my trunk, packed what they could save and left with heavy hearts. I heard the mother whisper to me to take care of her baby. I reached a root to the rough wood coffin they had built for him and promised to never leave him.

More and more people came. Some not always leaving. I promised their loved ones I would stand guard always and I wept leaves and they wept their tears. Some would mark where they had placed the people they had lost others would quickly bury them and leave for another place. I would reach to every soul so they knew they were not alone.  Wrapping my roots around them in an eternal embrace.  A fence was place around what was now called a graveyard and I stand tall and proud at the gate. Guardian of the lost. Laughter, which had been my favorite sound was a rarity. Small hands grabbing at my branches to climb my height didn’t  happen any more. I am the one who remembers them all and I will never forget. Their names are etched into the rings of my existence and will forever be apart of me.

I am the old tree the stands guard.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 4 Seven Days

*The challenge for today it to imagine you have been locked in a room for 7 days and write about your experience using 100 words max for each day. I have chosen to be accidentally locked in a storm shelter that is stocked but has no electricity. I have my phone, food, blankets, and of course a bathroom area. Here we go.

Day 1:

9:30am – Great! I came down here to grab some batteries and the wind slammed the door shut and now it’s stuck. No signal on my phone either. 75% battery life, better save that. at least there’s food, the boys should miss me soon and come looking. I’ll just sit here and wait.
Noon – um… Hello?
3:00pm – Seriously? Why haven’t they come yet? They will start searching around dinner time I know it. I have 5 lives on Candy Crush, that should pass the time.
11:00pm – REALLY?!?! Well I guess I’ll get some sleep.

Day 2:

I have pounded on the doors periodically through the day with no answer. Thankfully there is food down here with me. Made a meal of canned fruit and cold Spaghetti-O’s… Mmmmmmm… NOT! Where could these silly boys be that they aren’t missing me and looking for me? My phone battery is down to 33%, no more Candy Crush for me. It got really cold down here last night, but I found a few more blankets so maybe, if the boys haven’t found me, I wont be as cold.
11pm again… and I’m still here.

Day 3:

I’M BORED OUT OF MY MIND!!! Phone is dead, I’ve gone through one set of batteries on the flashlight already. There were strange scrapping sounds last night, I don’t think I’m the only living thing down here. The extra blankets made it warmer so at least I wasn’t shivering all night. Today’s meal was a well-balanced MRE… beef stew. I think I may be a little delirious because the instructions of “Lean it against a rock or something” made me laugh real hard and then brought giggles for a few more hours. Still no sign of anyone, I’m going to bed.

Day 4:

Mental Note… get more fun things to do while stuck down here! Found 2 decks of cards pack away in a bag so I’ve been playing game after game of solitaire, I even challenged myself to a pairs game. I won. Thought I heard someone outside the door today and yelled till I had no more voice. Dinner today was a beautiful, gourmet feast of Spam, Spray cheese, and stale crackers. I have no idea what time it is any longer as no light come in from outside. Keeping track by meals eaten and sleep.

Day 5:

I’m now beginning to worry that something has happened to the boys. Why haven’t they been looking for me? Do they think I just picked up and left them all? I found a bucket of sidewalk chalk today on one of the shelves, I’m now able to keep tally marks on home many days I’ve been here. Also decided to draw a mural of outside to keep my mind occupied. I have a ragging headache and decided to down a few bottles of water, that may have been a bad idea depending on how long I’m here. Dinner, pineapple and cold canned baked beans.

Day 6:

They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
They’re coming to take me away, ho ho, he he, ha ha,
To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young
Men in their clean white coats and
They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa!
I’m going to lose it if I have to stay here much longer. the walls are starting to close in on me and it feels like it’s getting hard to breathe. HELP! Dinner was cold tomato soup.

Day 7:

Today is the day I shall die of boredom. Another mental note… FIX THE DOOR! Oh and get more batteries. I put the last of them in the flashlight yesterday at some point and the light is slowly fading. I’ve been turning it off and napping today so I don’t kill them too fast. Does no one miss me? Have I been forgotten? When they finally find me will I just be bones and dust? My hands are bruised from pounding on the door so much. I have pushed, I have pulled, I have kicked, I have thrown my entire body at that damn door… Wait! What was that? I hear voices… HELP! HELP I’M IN HERE!!!

The door bursts open and there are the faces of my family staring back at me…

tally marks

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 3 Footsteps

* Today’s challenge is to take the last bit of dialogue you heard and write 500 words from there. I was watching the Halloween special of Ghost Hunters when I started this so my dialogue is from that. And without further delay here is my piece.

“I totally heard footsteps over there by the door.” ~Ghost Hunters TV Show
“Liz, you are hearing things” I said as I peered cautiously down the dark hallway. “There’s no one there.”
“I know was I heard Sam…” Liz jerked her head towards the hallway “There is was again.”
The two girls look at each other, this was a bad idea spending the night in an abandoned haunted building. Why had they agreed to this? Was winning a bet worth it?
“Hello?” I said “Is there anyone there?”
The darkness blanketed them to the point they couldn’t see their own hands in front of their face. Liz reached into her backpack to grab the flashlight she had brought, upon switching it on they saw what had made the sounds down the hall. A cat, with a mouse hanging from its mouth!
“Shoo! Go away!” Liz yelled “Stupid Cat”
Just then a door behind them slammed. The girls both took off running in the opposite direction screaming all the way. Liz locked herself in a bathroom and I found a closet to hide in. Fumbling through my pack I found my flashlight and flicked it on. Looking around the small closet there was an old coat that the moths had been feasting on and a glove on the floor.
“Get a hold of yourself Sam,” I said to myself “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
I cracked my door open slowly and looked around. “Liz? You okay?”
“Yea… I think so.”
We both came out of our hiding places and stood in the hall. At some point this had been a beautiful grand house. You could see what remained of the expensive French wallpaper and the crystals that hung from the lights, even covered in years of dust, sparkled in the light of our flashlights. A family had lived here, a mother, a father, and their two daughters. Storied were told about how he had gone mad at the death of his wife and locked the girls in their room and set the upper floors of the house ablaze and then took his own life. But those were just stories, right?
The girls wandered into what use to be the kitchen and looked around. The cupboards hung open, no sign of the fine china that use to be stored there. More footsteps creaked down the hall to the sitting room.
“Come on.” I said as I started to follow the sound.
“Sam, I don’t want to do this anymore! It’s not worth the fifty bucks the boys were going to give us!”
“Then stay here, I’m going to see if I can see anything.” I quietly crept down the hall and entered the parlor. The wall had burn scars and the piano had warped from the heat and water damage.
One note, clear as a bell sounded from the damaged piano. It carried through the air like a pure note of warning. As I came around the piano to look at the keys I saw her, and then I saw no more.


30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 2 Her Smile Wasn’t Real

Don’t judge too hard on this one guys… it was a hard one for me to do. The assignment is to use the sentence “Her smile wasn’t real” I struggles with this one and then decided to just let it be as organic as I could. This will be a hard Christmas and I’m not looking forward to it but, my kids make it worth it and usually make me smile. Thanks for reading.

A time of joy for one and all!
Mistletoe hung, waiting for loves kiss.
Trees brightly lit with tiny lights,
Twinkling like stars in the sky.
The smell of fresh-baked cookies in the oven
Pies cooling on the counter.
Songs being sung of Christmas Joy and Goodwill to men,
Children’s eyes trying to stay open to see Santa.
Laughter and Smiles all around.
But, her smile wasn’t real.
Try as she might,
She couldn’t make things right.
Behind the smile was a girl
Who missed how things use to be,
Who longed for the days when her family was whole.
When Grandpa would sing O’ Tannenbaum with made up words.
When Grandma would be in the kitchen cooking away with her apron on.
When life was good,
And her smile was as bright as the twinkling light on the tree.



30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 1 (again) Life Is Like

So the assignment for today is to go to this website  and get 3 random words and compare them to life in no more that 100 words each. My 3 words are Tide, Quilt, and Iceberg.

Life is like the tide, it’s highs and it’s lows determining how the beach will look and feel, leaving small gifts in its wake, showing us the treasures that lurk below the surface that we rarely see. Not every wave brings a pearl but every wave changes who we are.

Life is like a quilt, we take the little pieces of our life and put them together in a beautiful patchwork quiet that covers us when we are in times of need, when the sad and cold refuse to retreat the quilt will come and protect you and keep you safe and warm. The quilt is made of friends, family, memories, songs, stories, and so much more.

Life is like an iceberg because we hide so much of ourselves under the water, only the tip of who we are is seen by people. It’s only when you get really close that you can see how much more there really is under the surface.


Oh For The Days Where Life Doesn’t Get In The Way

Hey there! Remember me? Good! Cause I have a hard time remembering sometimes these days. I was going to do that 30 Day Challenge and then life got in the way, so much happened. September brought lots of heartache and sadness with it. I was to a point where I was answering my cell phone “If you have bad news, hang up now” and I meant it. October came with them decision that it was going to be a good month and that was flushed rather quickly with more bad news and a mad scramble to find care for my mother-in-law after my father-in-law had a heart attack and needed to have stents placed. The stomach bug marched through my house and made life even more fun as I was sleeping on the couch with my youngest sleeping on the floor beside me. He would get sick without warning, it was an awesome night if you think only getting a few hours of sleep all in the form of half hour cat naps awesome.

Anyway, I think I need to try this challenge again. And, I think, because we are still close to the beginning of the month I might try to get caught up so the day and date match. I only have 6 things to write and I don’t have to do it all in one day, unless I get going and it just happens.

Cue the Good Music and Write…

Day 1: Word Game, Life is like

My words are: Survey, Diving Board, and Pocket.

Life is like a survey, we are always asking questions and looking for feedback. We are always surveying our surroundings wanting to learn more about the places we are and the people who are around us. We long to fill ourselves with knowledge which means we have to ask questions.

Life is like a diving board, we walk a safe line only to be faced with the challenge of facing a plunge into the unknown. We can stall, him and haw, and bounce on the end of the board while we decide whether the plunge is worth the risk or not. Do you jump feet first, with caution  or do you dive head first throwing all caution into the wind and accept the adventure ahead?

Life is like a pocket, so many things go in and out of our pockets and our lives, nothing stays the same and no two pockets are identical. we are responsible for the items we place in our pockets and in our lives. Put bad things in expect bad things to be there.

A new 30 Day challenge!

I enjoyed doing the last 30 day writing challenge so I have found another one. This one is a 30 day creative writing challenge.  Here it is:


It’s so small I don’t know if you can really see it… but anyway I’m going to do this one in hopes of getting myself back into the writing game. I use to write constantly and now that both boys are in school I have plenty of time to try and get back into this great habit. I hope you enjoy.


30 Day Challenge: Day 30 Write what you want.

Last day of the challenge and I am again late… typical right? Anyway, today I’m going to tell you a story. So sit back, relax, and get ready to laugh. I give to you:


This is a true story, it happened a couple of weeks ago and it was funny as hell. So funny that as I told Kendra this story she laughed so hard she practically lost her voice. We live in a townhouse and we have a little fenced in area in the back, and we have various birds and critters that run around here and usually my dog Sky pays no attention to them. On this particular day, as I was walking into my kitchen I noticed this squirrel sitting on our fence minding his own business, munching on his snack. Upon seeing me he stops what he is doing and starts to scold me.

“Really dude? You are on my fence!”

I watch him chattering at me and then he takes off, across the top of the fence, down to the ground, across the lawn, up to the patio of our neighbor, and to the bird food. He gathers up a few seeds and things and runs back to his perch on my fence. He has Sky’s attention now. He finishes his snack and takes off like a bolt to my next door neighbors patio, thinking he is gone I go upstairs and switch the laundry from the washer to the drier. Sky is sitting at the back door, staring very intently and I know that he’s back out there. I can hear him chirping at the dog, scolding him for whatever reason. Mr. Squirrel decides to be brave and he comes down off his perch and comes closer. The dog barks, he flinched a little and then climbs up onto the seat of my sons bike. He is like two feet from the door. Not thinking fully I cracked the door to scare him away, that’s not his bike, he needs to get off. Sky takes the door opening as a que to… chase the squirrel. *FacePalm* In his effort to shove his 10 inch wide body through the half in wide crack in the door he jarred the door so much that the top sliding glass falls out into my hands.

“Are you f-ing kidding me?”

Here I am, holding this not so light glass from the door as my dog is now barking and trying to get the stupid squirrel from the top of the fence.  The dog jumps and barks, the squirrel chatters and points, I get the glass back in the door. at this point I’m annoyed and amused all at the same time. I can just imagine the conversation going on between these two animals.

Dog: “Come here! I wanna play with you!”
Squirrel: “Do you think I’m stupid?”
Dog: “I don’t know… are you?”
Squirrel: “NO!”
Dog: “Want to play chase?”Squirrel: “You are a moron!”

Glass safely back in the door I call Sky to come in. He does not want to. I’ve got the door open and I’m trying to drag the dog in by his scruff as he is barking and jumping and trying really hard to find out what squirrel tastes like. I drag him in and tell him to go to his bed and take a time out. I go back to the door in time to realize that Kali, the cat, has gotten outside. During one of the times the door was open she has taken the opportunity to sneak outside. She has not been an outdoor cat in many many years, she has her moments of “I want to be outside” but it’s not very often. She’s not a big cat, but she’s bigger than the squirrel, and she is slinking towards him on the top of the fence. He is chattering furiously at her and then in a strange sudden burst of fur and furry the squirrel takes off… after my cat. The SQUIRREL is chasing my CAT! Isn’t this suppose to be the other way around? I open the gate just in time to see them taking off towards the parking lot. I grab a handful of cat food and head out the front door to retrieve my big bad cat out from under the neighbors car.

I really wish that I had gotten this on video. It was an amazing afternoon of delightfully unfortunate events that made me laugh till I cried and made Kendra’s voice take a small vacation.

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