One of our members has a story to tell that inspired our group, and should inspire anyone that is struggling in their lives. Although she thinks that any young Mother would do the same to defend her children I think her experience was much more than that. I also think you’ll agree with me.
It was the first Friday in April, I’ll never forget it. I left my home, with my two small children, and went into hiding. I expected [ ... ]
Ten years ago I was being treated for Prostate Cancer. I had external radiation therapy for five weeks, followed by a radioactive seed implant operation. My anger at one of my physicians led to my blowing off steam with the following poem:
Do Doctors take Compassion 101?
Are they taught how to treat us with kindness?
Can Considerate Cancer Care be instilled from without?
Compassion must come from somewhere, but where?
If Doctors do take Compassion 101
Do they get marks from the teacher?
Are there [ ... ]
Home Prompt- Dealers Choice, you pick the subject.
- I felt pure joy when I remember the first smile of the baby…..
- I learned the hard way that loving others is really loving myself…
- (On the death of a friend) I weep through the day, my friend’s soul broke free…
- Savor life, don’t give in to “something bad is going to happen”…
- The excitement of moving here is past, we’re getting older, did we make the right move?….
- Requiem for [ ... ]
Home Prompt- Write about someone in your life who held out a rope when you were in a deep, deep hole.
-My partner held out that rope for me when I had Cancer…
-My 24 year old grandson needed a rope, and a rehab facility is providing it…
Prompt 1- In a recent Washington Post Sports section photo, fans are shown reacting to a foul ball landing near them. Two young women are sitting together- one is smiling,unconcerned, while the other woman [ ... ]
Today is Monday, May 27th, our regular meeting day. Since it’s Memorial Day the Library is closed, and we’re meeting at my house. As we sit on the deck alongside our pond, we can see Marion’s flower beds, overflowing with flowers of all types, all colors.
Originally our Writing group was a garden with one kind of flower, all of us affected by the same thing-cancer. Now we have a garden of many varieties, many colors. Consider:
Jane- Blindness is not only [ ... ]