Dec 10, 2017 |
by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
I hate when there’s so much information coming at me that things get lost in translation. Too many people talking at once, too many this-that-and-the-other-thing. A lot of jumping ahead and jumping ship.
That’s when I put up my hands. Whoa. Stop. I can’t keep up.
Take it slower. Take it one bite at a time.
Start at the beginning.
Get the story to me, completely, in a way I can understand it.
And when we’re halfway through what I should know, but don’t, let’s do it again:
Reverse. Start at the beginning. Reaffirm what … read the rest. . .
Apr 15, 2017 |
Frankly, On Faith: I almost forgot Easter.
by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68
I have a confession to make. A terrible, dark, sinful confession. Can I trust you?
I almost forgot it was Easter.
It’s true. I have been running ninety miles an hour and breaking through that end-race tape only to find it was really just the beginning of another race. Ever feel that way? Yeah. Glad I got my Skechers on.
At some point I ran to the water cart and saw the calendar. That can’t be right. But it is. Easter is upon us, and I’ve done … read the rest. . .
Aug 7, 2013 |
I have a plan for my front yard. I have a design on a sketch pad. It’s rough, but it’s there. I have my Pinterest board for inspiration and I keep adding to it, refining my style and ideas. I have Lowe’s constantly tweeting their cheers for my attempts at making my house into a home.
What I don’t have is the wallet to make it happen. But I do have Faith. And it appears God also has Faith in me.
If you’ve been following my Blog for more than a year, you’ve no doubt read the intermittent posts where … read the rest. . .
Jul 15, 2013 |
It’s the beginning of the summer season. We’re having a strange-ish summer here in the High Desert. Most days are either filled with a high haze that obliterates the blue sky, or a feeling of humidity we don’t often experience. There have been moments of clear heat, those days that have melted us into the submission that comes with a tall glass of ice water and no more exercise than button-pushing on the remote control.
And in between, in the days that allow for outside movement and recreation… those days are filled with the day job and the errands and … read the rest. . .
Sep 13, 2011 |
by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
Another Writer’s Digest Community short-short story from last year.
Time to Say Goodbye . . . A New Beginning.
She closed the door, closed her eyes. She heard only the clicking of the lock falling into place as the only thought was her repetitive mantra, “Never again…”; racing, disorganized, scrambling any other sense of composure she may have had earlier.
Keeping her eyes as closed as possible, she stumbled down the hall toward the Living Room, and laughed a cynical laugh as the traces of death still surrounded her. Photos of an old love, letters … read the rest. . .
