Tag: Sunday

Something To Think About #9

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“I know who I am. God wrote it in his plan for me.”

Jonathan Nelson featuring Purpose. My Name is Victory.

I will share “Something To Think About” for the next seven weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!

Honey, the sopranos are NOT PLAYING while singing, “I know who I am!” They came to praise and worship, OKAY!

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

HAPPY EASTER!

Something To Think About #6

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I’ve laid my burdens at His feet.

A screenshot of Friday’s Bible Verse (Daily Refresh) via YouVersion

I will share “Something To Think About” for the next ten weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!

Peace and blessings.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet? I recently signed up to write for Substack as well. My first post, “I Said I Wouldn’t Do It” is live. I welcome your visit.

Something To Think About #4

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Grief is a robber of happiness but not of life.

Christal Luster, on grief. Sunday, March 16, 2025. ©2025 YouTube

“It’s the one thing, I believe, that makes us human . . .
it makes us more compassionate if we let it.”

I will share “Something To Think About” for the next twelve weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this feature!

Peace and blessings.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

Something To Think About #2

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The squirrel is not a wasteful creature.

A perfect breakfast. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

squirrel hustles for food
eats breakfast in
the open
public display of
h u n g e r and
satisfaction

I will share “Something To Think About” for the next fourteen weeks on Sunday afternoons. It may be a quote, a picture, an interesting phrase I heard, artwork, etc. Whatever I share will surely be intriguing or involving enough to spark a casual discussion or in-depth conversation. Stay tuned every Sunday for this new feature!

Peace and blessings.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

Jernee Timid Waits Patiently for Some Ice.

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Jernee Timid Loadholt Waits Patiently for Some Ice on a Lovely Sunday Morning.

Because, even after all these years, my sweet baby still loves ice, and she will wait patiently for some every single time she notices that I have something “cold” to drink.

She’s so incredibly smart, and she keeps me on my toes to this very day.

I thought, maybe all of you, could use a smile or two. Happy Sunday.

Peace and blessings.

Autumn relaxation and football Sunday

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humidity sits on the
sidelines, jealous of the
calming sun.

the dog and I walk to
loosen up my shady knee.
her little hips wobble and
creak, but she presses on.

we’re both breaking down
in different places, but Autumn
lets us relax in ways we
never dreamed we would.

I, eyes glued to the TV,
watching men violently crash
into one another for the grip
of tightened leather.
she, asleep for most of
the day, no worries on the
horizon.

we found ourselves comforted
by Sunday’s kiss and Autumn’s
embrace–we sunk into an
ocean of quietude, blended with
satisfaction, and stayed there
until evening made its
appearance.

neither one of us is
ready for Monday.
but it’s coming anyway.