by PJColando | Nov 17, 2020 | Uncategorized
What four-letter word signified your COVID-19 experience? FEAR? HOME? WASH? HELL? COPE? My mind coalesced around MASK. Who could have guessed that an item known only to children at Halloween, American kids’ eager quest for candy, would have become a prime item to...
by PJColando | Nov 12, 2020 | Uncategorized
As for himself, Ferguson thought, if he had any energy left in these calloused and gnarly fingers, it might be the night that he started to write. The long, longest day when Paradise was lost, but he’d saved souls with a spatula, griddle, and a kitchen bereft of eggs....
by PJColando | Nov 11, 2020 | Uncategorized
If you wonder how to be happy, begin with a look at your God-given gifts. List them and then examine them for your purpose. How do you make a difference, so that your presence would be missed? During our protracted and shared pandemic, I’ve had plenty of time to...
by PJColando | Nov 10, 2020 | Uncategorized
Meanwhile, Ferg continued muttering while he scraped and re-scraped the griddle. The ham was long gone, and he was about to run out of pancake mix. Maybe I can water it down…and serve meals on paper plates. He muttered some more, sighed, and then re-focused on his...
by PJColando | Nov 5, 2020 | Uncategorized
By the time she’d made her way to Booth #1, Grace’s legs felt as if she’d slogged twenty-four miles. Her heart had met its test of endurance—so far. “It’s a goldang mess,” Ferguson muttered to no one in particular, though Grace overheard his remark. There wasn’t a...
by PJColando | Nov 4, 2020 | Uncategorized
Albert Camus once said, “The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.” Flannery O’Conner said, “I write to discover what I know.” https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com Authors across time and distance have had many reasons to write....
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