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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge:10/01/2024
Simply Six Minutes
Author: rugby843
I am a widow since 2013 and live by myself in a small apartment. I use a wheelchair to get around, but I wouldn't consider myself disabled. I'm 11 years away from having bladder cancer resulting in a urostomy and I'm doing well. This cancer was a result of having radiation in 1995 because of uterine cancer. So have faith in yourself, a cancer diagnosis is not a death sentence. My first try at blogging was an attempt to help other people with my condition. I am a mother of three married children, and a grandmother to eight gorgeous kids, featuring them often here, and a great grandmother to two as of today, 6/7/25! I enjoy exploring my feelings and like to try the challenges. I like humor, music, movies, games, and some sports. I absolutely appreciate your reading and commenting on my blog. I am happy to read all of your blogs and learn more about you. Please comment however you like, ask whatever, and I'll answer honestly. Thanks for reading! Cheryl
The Writer‘s Workshop
I feel I have to be honest, admit a craving or two
It could be only me, but maybe you too
It’s chocolate, it used to be a constant appetite
Now I’m satisfied with a small bite!
I think as I age
Savory is my plague
And eating salt for me is not right😢
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Moonwashed Prompt
Tanka Tuesday – Puente
Pine Trees
-Chilled air seeping in
Windows only partly closed
Fresh, autumn, pine scents
Colder breezes send to me
Seasonal welcomed fragrance
-“to me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian carpet”. Helen Keller.
-Pine forests needed
Hardy character native
Needles, winter fare
Lovely pine trees offer scents
Citrusy, calming, cleansing.
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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge: Tanka Puenta, best and worst moments 10/01/2024 #syllabicpoetry
Truthful Tuesday
My handwriting was exceptional but after getting a computer, back in the dark ages, I rarely wrote using it. Letters to relatives and friends became less and less frequent, and typing was faster and easier, but the finished product was very neat, but not “personal”. Reading a handwritten letter is more meaningful. A note here: my grandson J who was born without arms, has the best cursive in the family! So, yes, I think it is a valuable tool. I think if more people actually took a pencil or pen to write a note or letter to their loved ones or friends, the world would be a better place. Too simple, you say? I can write here or email or text, blast someone, anonymously—possibly, but looking that person in the eye or sitting down to compose a letter, I might think twice. Shooting off a text is too fast and too easy and real communication is lost. Cursive writing is an art, taking the time to make letters as perfect as possible, so you have to think when you write. Isn’t that worth the extra time? And then there is calligraphy, another art form of communication.
Truthful Tuesday: October 1st, 2024
Carla Loves to Read Nonfiction
I just started reading a new book by Jack Carr and James M. Scott entitled “Targeted Beirut“, about the 1983 marine barracks bombing, and the untold origin story of the war on terror. “The first in a new in-depth nonfiction series examining the devastating terrorist attacks that changed the course of history.”
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It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? (September 30, 2024) 📚📚
3TC 9-30-24
Your final three words for September are: PULL PUSH SHOVE
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Three Things Challenge #M833
WDYS – 9-30-24
Mist filled scene
Lonely life
Soft blues, greens
Rugged coast
Contrast clear.
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What do you see # 256- September 30, 2024.
MLMM Wordle
He was a rogue, obviously, but did have somewhat gentle hands. Apparently the sentinel in front of her home was on a coffee break when the fragile woman was taken hostage. The silver heart bracelet she always wore was ripped away when he took her hand. She lay tonight, heart pulsing, the memory of her abduction fresh as it came every night, and finding no solace for her in the silence of her bedroom. These five years since, the recurring nightmare plagued her. She was rescued, her captor imprisoned, but there was still no peace for her.
MLMM Monday Wordle #392
dVerse Poets Quadrille
• Pen us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), including some form of the word string (past tense of it is ok also.)
• Post your Quadrille piece on your blog and link back to this post.
• Place the link to your actual post (not your blog url) on the Mister Linky page.
• Don’t forget to check the little box to accept use/privacy policy.
• Please visit other blogs and comment on their posts!
• Have fun (but only if you want to!)
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Joe checked the strings on his guitar
He certainly didn’t want to mar
The love song he had written for her
All the while hoping she would concur
With the words poetically strung in a loving song
Asking for her to belong
To him.
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dVerse — Quadrille Monday 209 — Plucking Strings
The Bag Lady 
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