Tag: daily prompt

The Journey of Tuga and Aleluja — part one

Part One of what I tried to say in church: This past Lent I carried a little brown rabbit in my pocket every day. I named him Tuga, the Bosnian word for sorrow. His purpose was to remind me of the season, of the… Continue Reading “The Journey of Tuga and Aleluja — part one”


~~ Morning Prayer ~~ Thank you, God, for the beauty Of the light upon the trees, And though I see it every day, Help me always see The cloak upon the river From the morning fog And help me, Lord, To always hear the… Continue Reading “Godspeed”


The writing wasn’t brilliant for Hot Dogs and Marmalade; The draft folder overflowed with posts that were half-made. Then when another prompt went by, a photo challenge, too — The proprietress of the sorry blog wondered what to do. Another day, another fail, another… Continue Reading “Fraud”

Small World

Bud found a piece of paper covered with words on the coffee table this morning. “What’s this?” he asked. “Word Battle?” Mary guessed. Yes, Word Battle. I am addicted to play a game called Word Battle. Here’s what I like about it: It’s fast.… Continue Reading “Small World”


Frederick Buechner, in his book, The Remarkable Ordinary: How to Stop, Look, and Listen to Life, explained the haiku better than I have seen it explained before: The whole genius of the haiku is that they don’t mean anything. People who try to figure out what… Continue Reading “Haiku”

Glorious Country Life

I stopped at the Farmer’s Market Early Saturday morn Heard some vendor’s talking (They both look tired and worn.) “Went to the tractor pull,” One guy said to his friend. “Didn’t get home ’til 2 AM. Helluva start to the weekend!” “Damn rooster woke… Continue Reading “Glorious Country Life”


I found myself listening carefully not so much to what the young doctor was saying as how he was saying it. “How is your appetite?” he asked, the first three words slightly higher in pitch than the one that preceded it. But appetite —… Continue Reading “Pronunciation”


“Quite frankly, God,” I said, “I’m getting a little tired of working on this patience thing. Could we move on to something else?” Yesterday morning, I had been awakened by my father’s whistling. It’s happy whistling — “O Danny Boy” — evidence of his… Continue Reading “Patience”


It seems hard to believe that this beach where I have walked and relaxed and played will have a storm surge of 5, 10, 14, 17 feet of water. The numbers keep getting higher every time I look at the news. My sister, who… Continue Reading “Irma”


I’m beginning to anticipate What his response might be — My mother blamed “the others” For things we didn’t see, But my father’s not a blamer So, when he can’t explain “It fell down from the sky,” he says, Like some mysterious rain. I… Continue Reading “Rain”