Pregnant with Hope

A good name is better than fine perfume and the day of death better than the day of birth.
Ecclesiastes 7:1, NIV

©2009 Thomas van Ardenne

Dear Baby,

You’ll be here soon, in just a few weeks. I can’t wait to meet you and discover who you will become. Your dad and I decided not to find out if you are a boy or a girl before you were born. We want to be surprised. I’m in awe that I’ve been chosen to shape who you will be. I’m a little scared, too! I don’t always feel like I have it all together. I mess up often! But here I am, about to be responsible for another life. I don’t want to fail you.

Your great-grandma pointed something out to me. She said that in the bible it says that the day a person dies is better than the day they were born. She said to me, “You could be giving birth to hell on wheels! You don’t know who that baby is! He or she is a blank slate, so make sure you put some good stuff in that child, even before they breath outside of your womb.” I’m going to give you my best. I don’t want to think about your death. That’s a long way off. But I’m going to make sure that everyday between your first breath and your last is good…better than good.

I love you and look forward to meeting you,


Repost: Runaway

Today’s post is an excerpt from a collaborative work in progress. I can’t wait to discover the rest of this character’s story!

Imagine, if you will, that you were created in a lab, not born. When you opened your eyes for the first time, you were a full grown adult without any life experience. You were constructed for one purpose: to save the life of another human being. What happens to you once you’ve served your purpose? Will you accept your fate and be “decommissioned,” or will you fight for your life?

This woman refuses to go down without a fight! Read about it here: Runaway

African American Woman Silhouette

Excerpt: Persistence of Vision

The following is the title poem of my book, Persistence of Vision. I’m posting this as a response to the Daily Post Prompt to write about Vision.  The poem was inspired by three things:

  • A performance by The Blue Man Group called, “Rods and Cones.” This is where I first heard of the medical theory called, “persistence of vision.” (Their breakdown of the theory is far more entertaining that what you will find on wikipedia. Check it out!)
  • The belief that the Amish hold regarding having their pictures taken.
  • The I35W Bridge Collapse in Minnesota in 2007. One of the first responders to the catastrophe described trying to take pictures of how visually overwhelming the scene was by saying, “Some things are only meant for the eyes.”

I hope you enjoy this piece! (P.S. I’m going to file this under “V” for vision in the A to Z Blog Challenge!)

Tunnel Vision by Kate Mereand-Sinha
Tunnel Vision by Kate Mereand-Sinha

Persistence of Vision

The soul gets lost
when you try to still time.
Modern technology can’t
do the moment justice.
Some things
are only meant
for the eyes to receive.

The memory serves
as the best recorder.
It’s a broad canvas
that establishes the scenes
in proper emotional perspective.

Pictures, moving and still,
have their place.
They coax the memory,
which has been buried in time,
to awaken and recall
every movement and sound,
and smell and emotion,
so the soul can be stirred
and the heart can be moved
by the image once more.

Still, an image won’t fit in a frame.
Some things are only meant for the eyes.

Throwback Thursday Poetry

I’m continuing the #AtoZChallenge with P for poetry.

I stumbled upon this poem in the notes on my Facebook page. I wrote this piece in 2009 after releasing a few toxic people from my life. Sometimes, the people you love and care about are the ones that hurt you most. Letting them go isn’t cold blooded. It’s self care.

If you are dealing with toxic people in your life, may this poem, Thanks to You, offer you some strength and encouragement. Enjoy!

Here’s a little musical inspiration for you, too!

Flashback Friday: Eating Alone

Warning: You may need a Kleenex while reading this piece. It’s a bit of a tear-jerker.

Today’s piece was written a couple of years ago. My writing challenge was to write a story about eating alone. I read this piece today and can think of several more things to add (which would mean you’d need more tissue), but I’m going to let the original post stand as is. I’ll jot down my ideas and play around with this story in my spare time. 🙂

So, I present to you, Eating Alone. (I’ve added some music below to set the mood.)

A Day Late

Oh, dear! Is that the time?  I’m late!


Actually, it’s more like two days late, now. Every year, I try to plan to have my first few posts for The A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo ready before April first. Every year, I get bogged down in other projects at the end of March, and April 1st sneaks up on me! But, I’m not going to fret! I’m not going to let this become a set back! I’m only two days behind. That’s plenty of time to catch up! Right? I mean, look at me! I got my “A” post done! 😀

I am a few steps ahead. I have a spreadsheet with a few blog post ideas listed in alphabetical order, and I am in the habit of jotting notes in notebooks and note taking apps on my phone. As I’ve done in years past, I’ll be sharing poetry to celebrate National Poetry Month (NaPoWriMo) as a part of the A to Z challenge. Writing life is easier that way! So, stay tuned! I have some great flash fiction and poetry ideas that you will  enjoy once I write and post them!

TTFN! (Ta Ta For Now) See you on the next post!