My Little World

A Tribute to my Friends

Silhouette of two children frolicking on a beach.

Image by Shelly Paul

My little world is populated with friends — spanning continents, religion, age, ethnicity and other social fragmentation that exists. They give me strength to soar to the skies, because I know they will catch me, should I fall.

My friends also come from a large extended family of uncles, aunts, cousins and second cousins Continue reading “My Little World”

The Inscription

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Image by Shelly Paul

I was reading to a room full of people when someone interrupted with a question about my first short story. I said something about being a novice writer and how I have grown ever since. When I resumed reading, the words fell out; the printed words rolled and fell out of the book. Some scattered on the podium, some on the floor, some fell on my clothing. I tried to resume the reading, but there were no more words left. I turned the pages back and forth in panic. The book had emptied out and the empty pages mocked me, ‘You built a career on stolen words, now the words got stolen from you.’ Continue reading “The Inscription”

Story Jumper – The Birthday Gift

I recently published a children’s story on the Story Jumper website. If you have children or grandchildren or nephews or niece between the ages of 3 and 6, this would make for a good bedtime story about friendship.

cover for Birthday gift
The Birthday Gift

Clicking on the image or the link, takes you to the web-link, where you can read the story for free. Hope you give it a try and pass it on to your friends and relatives.

Submission for Tuesdays at 10

I read up the rules for this week’s submission for Tuesdays at 10. I hope I’m doing this right. Here goes…

I find strength in…

I find strength in friendship; spanning continents, religion, age and any other social fragmentation that exists. They give me the strength to soar to the skies, because I know they will catch me, should I fall.

I find strength in family, of which there are plenty, incongruent by their many natures, yet their bonds an oasis of strength and comfort.

I find strength in my husband, like a tree from its roots. He is my home, my love. I owe him my everyday happiness. The thought of him can bring a smile, even on days when nothing goes my way.

Here’s a poem I wrote for him: Joy Ride

Thank you Tessa, I found the link from your blog.
Thank you for this opportunity Karen