Month: September 2018


Once Capacious 🏢

His capacious apartment once felt like home: 3 bedrooms,  1.5 bath, 2600 square feet. The patio faced North, and the master bedroom displayed the sunset every evening, through the extra wide double glass windows.

Fredrick remembered the summer of 3026, when he and his newly wedded bride relocated here. He had his future solid, dreams blooming, and held so much faith in the boundless opportunities God had shown him.

A few months past a year later, all of this reality changed. Fredrick was in a meeting, and his phone would not stop buzzing.

This post is my first entry in Roger Shipp’s The Daily Addictions Challenge 💀☠️ You can learn more about his challenge, view the chosen word prompts, and read previous posts by clicking on his name 🙂




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For the Love of Challenges

I was hoping to find this list:D Doesn’t it feel wonderful when you find something little that makes like easier by leaps and bounds? Through the Friday Fictioneers, I’ve been challenged to research and explore unfamiliar grounds. Before this year, I would have ran in the opposite direction at the sniff of a challenge! That…


I’m a fairly new blogger. I wish I had 36 hours in a day to write, read, comment, share, like and do all that blogging entails.

I know proofreading is something I’ve struggled with since my early early writing days (high school!). I know errors may create distaste in readers. I know it’s unprofessional. I know I am working on this though.

As a writer, I am first a reader. I read others ‘ work as much as possible… And I gain knowledge, helpful tips, and insight by doing so.

As a reader, just as I do as a writer, and in my every day life, I am careful with my approach towards individuals. The biggest reason is because kindness makes a world of difference. The other reason is because I understand how what I FEEL impacts my life moreover than what’s said to me. Children will remember how you made them feel. As adults, first impressions tell a great deal about our identity. Therefore, if someone NEVER see me or reads my writing but a few times, I hope even he or she would say, it was a pleasant experience.

I reply to blogs in such a way that would be most receptive, especially in instances where my words could hurt someone’s confidence. I want the writer to know I enjoyed his /her piece. I want him/her to feel good about the effort that he /she puts forth, and that I will continue visiting. I want the writer to know his /her strength about his /her writings; and, should I offer any suggestion for improvement, I would first point out the awesomeness of how much he /she has already improved.

Nothing feels worse than knowing the time I put into what I post, and hearing it’s ill received because it’s not perfect (not from a lack of trying!)…. Nothing feels worse than understanding a reader’s intention was to discredit my work because it’s not yet where I want it to be…. Although I am trying, and I am working hard on improving. Those elements weren’t considered before the comment was posted.

We can be constructive or destructive with our feedback. For me, I’m likely to take advice from the individuals who acknowledges my strengths, or first shares something he or she likes about my writing. I would prefer to hear suggestions in a tone of hopeful encouragement, rather than belittling discouragement. That’s what I give, because I’m certain other writers are doing his /her best, as well.


Love is…. that moment when you look at someone and completely question everything that you thought made sense.

Love is… that moment when you question your life because this feeling of being complete has settled on you.

Love is… that moment when you ache to please someone else, and their happiness becomes your focus.

Love is… that moment when you undoubtedly trust your heart in someone else’s hands.

Love is… that moment when you realize you can’t stay mad at that individual.

Love is… that moment when you recognize this person is always on your mind.

Love is… that moment when you are no longer the person you were.



Good Afternoon/Day Lovelies:

I wanted to clarify something:

ALL of my “Friday Fictioneers” are about James ( first introduced) then a Continumium) and his mystery woman (Who Ive named Ezra).

The idea of James and his family being masters of architecture with grandfather clocks came from a FF of which I didn’t participate. I simply didn’t have time that week.

The Butler is someone who’s working the Winter Formal.

Hope this helps~

MoonChild Nova

#FF: Tick-Tock, Coffee’s Hot

Photo Prompt Credit: Priorhouse James recited his speech, as he made his way up the darkened stairwell. As a young lad, James attended this Annual Winter Formal with his Father and Grandfather. As a seventh generation tradesman, James fell right into succession as a Master of Architecture with Grandfather Clocks. Finally reaching the complimentary coffee…


Photo Prompt: Ramy Kabalan 10 Word Photo Story Challenge Unwavering and endlessly, she focused on the road to freedom.


Good Morning ~ . . . #motivation #newday #gifts #Instagram #instalife #instagramers #instadaily #instagood #motivation #inspirationalquotes #words #riches #follow4follow

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moments …

If I may say, I’ve had some very wonderful ones already today!

Have you? Have you noticed? Did you laugh or soak all of it in as if your life depended on it?

Gosh, I sure hope so!

I hope they stopped your mind from wandering, and you thought of absolutely nothing else.

I enjoyed listening to Skidamerink a Dink this morning. My toddler found it on her Ipad. It’s such a happy song. My grandpa use to sing it to my siblings and me, when we were growing up.

Later, on the way to dropping my daughter off at school, I noticed a lady driving behind me. She wasn’t just ANY lady, though, she is a Steeler’s fan.. She had the exact same car seat covers I have. She also had Steeler’s dice hanging from her mirror. In Cleveland;) Only the unshakeably brave take on such a daring lifestyle.

I love wonderful moments, especially when they surprise me!

#FF: Re-humanizing Cafe

Photo Prompt ©️Dale Rogerson This patio welcomed every passerby. The funny part is, NYC natives tell the same story: after a brief stay, every resident reroutes ship to sail this street as often as possible. Ezra did just that. Angelina’s Sip & Sweets was the best, hands down. The light’s collapsed upon an atmosphere of adventure, wonder and,…


From a pine tree that is thousands of years old to a sequoia that’s the largest tree in the world, here are a few of the most historic trees in the U.S.
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Very cool!!!

Be IN the moments, or Be Forgotten

This sounds like a “duh!” right?… No…. wait… more like “DUH!!!!!” 😂 And, my response to each one would be, yes! You’re absolutely right; I just wanted to make sure you were awake and paying attention;)


Of the list, #3 & #5 are my favorites😍😍 Gorgeous birds!!

Birds are awesome and they come in various shape and sizes. The Smallest bird in the world (Bee Hummingbird) weighs just 1.6 gm whereas the largest Bird
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Growing up, I felt “sick”… Or at least that’s how my mother influenced me to feel about my sexuality. We never had that birds and bees conversation. We never had any conversation about sexual health! She always said, while growing up, she didn’t have time to date. She said she was to focused on her career and enjoying hobbies.

So, at a very early age, sex was FORBIDDEN! NOW, in addition, early on in my life, I noticed I thought women were very beautiful. I loved their shape and appreciated their gorgeous eyes and makeup (obviously this was before I appreciated intelligence).

I tried to pray my way to “straight” life. I talked myself out of believing what I felt existed, let alone was valid. I wrote about it in my diary. I dated a few guys, because, despite these weird troublesome feelings about girls, I defiantly was hormonal… And wanted men.

From the beginning of puberty, until now, I’ve been sexuality assulted a few times. Older men, uncomfortable but subtle gestures and comments….wrong is wrong… Assult is ANYTIME you don’t wish to engage in such activity and whomever doesn’t stop…no matter how long it goes on, what exactly happened, no matter whether you think it insignificant in comparison to others stories.

In 2009, when Michael Jackson died, I fell in love… With another fan… Who quickly captured my heart… And SHE made my BELIEVE a brand new and different life was waiting for me.

I’ve lived my life. No one can tell me anything about race, religion, sexual orientation, or job position that I haven’t heard. To be quite honest, I’d politely listen but wouldn’t change (couldn’t change) anyway. I’ve spent years figuring myself out… Deciding what I believe and what I stand for,who I am and who I am not…

But in school, in the days of my chaos, I bullied others…and others bullied me. It sucked!! I was mad… I hated life. I hated school, my parents, the way they favored their biological children.

My life is happier now. I’ve accepted my truth, the only way I can and do truly live. I push away the negative and rebuke the lies.

It’s been painful getting here. It’s been uncomfortable, mentally challenging, and sexuality damaging to get to this point. I’ve worked on me, and I’ve hid my pain.

You never know what someone has been through. You don’t know the challenges they’ve had to overcome, maybe to just leave the house. You don’t know how cynical they are of themselves, and how that nasty voice has impacted their life, health, and ability to believe in/love themselves. So before you reply in a negative way, before you say something mean, whether or not they asked or deserved it, remember our lives are full of untold stories. Be kind…. The truth of someone else will not be exactly the same as yours… That’s OK. It’s not your life of which to be concerned.



You are the author of your story. You decide when chapters are over and how they end. You decide who stays and who fades, what details matter and which do not, what points deserve recognition and which are insignificant. The pen is in your hand. The story is yours: choices, thoughts, storyline, characters and ending  .. What will it say? Who will you be?  Embrace the creativity that life is and the freedom that you’ve been given 😘💜🐢


Reasons I Love My Daughter in School :

  • She makes new friends.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized the importance of friendships. I truly wish I realized this, that my parents nurtured this idea when I was my daughter’s age.

  • I see other parents.

Suddenly I don’t feel so alone in the ” sometimes” struggles that feel like suffocation.

  • I hear others parenting.

This morning, I walked past an older woman of whom I’ve spoken to before. She had a small child with her, and she was instructing, “You always let the girls to first.” Way to go ma’am. That’s chivelry this world’s forgotten.


Don’t those words usually feel warm and fuzzy! It’s one of the “perfect moments” in life, as I call them. To know someone had you in mind, hoping you’re doing at least ok, but lovely enough to tell you as much. Life is this one shot…. Right now it’s all we’re promised… I want you to know I am thinking about you this evening. A few of you have become dear to me, and I sure do appreciate you! As the weekend comes to a close, and we get ready for a sleep ( or have already awakened to a beautiful day), I just want you to know I wish you all the happiest of moments, when unexpectedly, you smile and or laugh… And it’s genuine a release of endorphins. I wish you lots of energy, and strength to do what you can do, and no more. I wish you peace that you’re content with right now, and that your faith guides your steps. I wish you a happy Monday, and a productive yet enjoyable week😘


Woman survives cancer, not once, but twice.

Teacher shields her students in a school attack.

Child decides to raise money for a parent’s bill.

Man pushes himself to regain independency.

Young man assists an elderly across the street.

An employee encourages a special needs customer to help.

Volunteering with disaster relief

Donating blood.

Registering as an organ donor.




There’s angels that walk this earth…

That blend in with all of us…

They don’t wear capes.

They’re deciding to be kind.

They’re demonstrating how to lead.

They’re dedicating time to others.

Not all heroes wear capes,

Many of them, though they feel “ordinary”,

Made a decision,…





That was extraordinary.

In that moment … They became a hero.

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