My First Firefly

For the short while that they were blinking their lights, it was like Christmas outside. The lawn, the trees, the bushes were sparkling like little fairies were dancing on them. It was a totally cool experience.

For the short while that they were blinking their lights, it was like Christmas outside. The lawn, the trees, the bushes were sparkling like little fairies were dancing on them. It was a totally cool experience.
I just got my Catherine Ponder newsletter, Keys to Prosperity, in the mail today and it opened with this quote: “God measures souls by their capacity for entertaining His best angel, love.” Interesting, especially since this morning’s angel card for me was Chantall, whose meaning is “New romance is imminent – either with a newcomer,…
You can read this post or follow along as I read it. https://carmaspencewriter.s3.us-east-2.amazonaws.com/whatiscreativity.mp3 cre·a·tiv·i·ty/ˌkrēāˈtivitē/ Noun: The use of the imagination or original ideas, esp. in the production of an artistic work. For some reason I felt called to write about creativity today. I guess because I’ve been feeling both very creative and creatively frustrated…
The summer is officially here. It’s hot and muggy. The fireflies are dancing in the evenings among the vines that cover the trees outside my apartment window. And I’ve broken out the sleeveless shirts in my wardrobe. For me, every summer is different – and that’s not just because I’ve moved about the country a…
Last night, I took my dog, Sprocket, for a walk in the snow. About 5-6 inches of powdery snow covered the grassy areas in front of our apartment building, but the parking lot was plowed. Sprocket has on the little booties I got her for Christmas. She doesn’t like them, as evidenced by her altered…
I read this story about how tadpoles become frogs and I love using it as an metaphor for how we should look at obstacles in our lives. I recently included this story in a speech I gave at the Toastmasters club and thought I’d share it with you.
I’ve decided to write about my miscarriage. I’ve been taking a how to write a memoir class for the past several weeks and this story seems to be the one that most wants to be written about. I don’t know who I’ll sell the story to, but I feel a strong need to write about…