Almost stepped on this critter while I was walking the other day:
You can’t really tell from the picture, but this thing was as thick as two of my fingers and about four inches long. I was afraid to get too close because it had horns on its head!
Having never seen anything remotely like it, I had to look it up. And I learned he (or maybe she) is an Imperial Moth Caterpillar.
I think.
And if so, it’s going to be one BIG moth some day.
What do you think?
The reader has certain rights. He bought your story. Think of this as an implicit contract. He’s entitled to be entertained, instructed, amused; maybe all three. If he quits in the middle, or puts the book down feeling his time has been wasted, you’re in violation. — Larry Niven, American science fiction writer
Even if the reader doesn’t ‘buy’ your story (perhaps the book was a gift, or borrowed from a library), a writer still must play fair. You can’t advertise your novel as the family-friendly tale of a dog trying to get back home, for instance, if it’s really a steamy romance from the dog owner’s point of view.
Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours; it wanders wherever your children do. ~Author Unknown
Early in my journalism career, I moved around — a lot. Always seeking the”perfect” job where the work was challenging, coworkers friendly, and climate ideal.
I wasn’t alone. Many of us were gypsies at heart, yet I never considered how hard that must have been on my parents.
Now I’m the mom, and I know moms never really relax until their kids are settled.
Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall. — Jodi Picoult, American author, Salem Falls
I was only kidding, you say.
Why can’t you take a joke?
When did you lose your sense of humor?
Sorry, you can’t take hurtful words back.
You shake your head in disgust at me
(Or perhaps yourself), and you declare we just
Won’t talk at all since I’m so dumb-witted.
Sorry, you can’t take hurtful words back.
Every school kid is aware that it’s sticks
And stones that break one’s bones, not words.
But words can do more damage than splitting bones.
And you can’t take hurtful words back.
Accusations, snide remarks, outright lies
Can wound right to a person’s inner core,
Bringing tears, self-doubt, misery, and despair.
And you can’t take hurtful words back.
Words have power, longevity, and emotion.
It’s crucial we treat them with care and respect,
Not letting angry, vicious thoughts cross our tongues.
Because you can’t take hurtful words back.
When used for good, words can be uplifting,
Surrounding others with affirmation and hope,
Encouraging, praising, sustaining, loving.
But you can’t take hurtful words back.
Note: This poetic form is called a Refrain.
“Kind words are the music of the world. They have a power which seems to be beyond natural causes, as if they were some angel’s song which had lost its way and come to earth.” — Frederick William Faber, Catholic priest and English hymn writer
Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. – Albert Einstein
Perhaps the best thing we can say about mistakes is, They’re learning experiences.
What up, Dawg?
I’se sitting in your chair on your front porch, catching some zzzz’s.
Quite comfy, you know, because you can’t get at me.
So bark and growl all you want, y’hear??
Meow!!
Don’t you hate it when one of your blogging friends drops off the face of the earth for a while without any explanation whatsoever??
Daring to reach toward the sky
And taking turns in an exquisite dance.
No longer should worries or fears
Crush the truly determined
In the pursuit of their goals.
Nod your head in agreement and become
Grounded in a similar resolve.
Failure, you know, isn’t an option;
Obstacles are meant to be overcome.
Until you believe in you and what you can do,
Nobody else will stand up and applaud.
Think you can and you’re halfway there;
Aim for the target with steadfast grit.
Inch by inch move toward your goal.
Never give up, never hesitate, never quit!
Note: This is an Acrostic poem. The first letter in each line spells out a phrase vertically.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 