Me, Marsha Marie

  Dear Journal,  Today I want to talk about one of my favorite pictures of all time. Aside from my own children's baby pics of course, I can stare at this pic of my mother all day long. She was only 17 and was editor of her high school newspaper in Columbus, Ohio back in 1961.  Come appreciate a few details of this pic with me.  Firstly, take a look at those pin-curls. My mother had straight-as-a-nail hair; and would sleep with pins in her hair to get that full poof in the front. Well done Mom!!!!  I don't see any make-up, but my mother had a natural beauty about her. And that skirt!!! Is to die for?! Pencil skirts are still one of my favs to this day. Oldie but a goodie.  And did anyone catch a glimpe at that typewriter? Wow! That is vintage, isn't it? Look how big it is. (You know I have to say it........that's what she said. LOL) It is amazing to look at my adorable mother frozen in time, doing something that she loved---writing and paying close attentio...

  Dear Diary,  My writing prompt for today it write a fantasy life that involves you and your best friend. Oh, that one is so easy. I would love teach in Egypt. As a matter of fact, if I had an Aladdin's Lamp, I would create this whole fricken fantasy life where I'm in Egypt with my best friend Maha. We would be running a language school where teaching English and life skills would be the center focus.  I would design all of the curriculums ( or for nerdy folks, curricula , both are acceptable ) and Maha would handle running the school. And you know, we would not stop there. We would open schools all across both the Asian and African continents.  I would not need to be in front of the class anymore, because I would have lots of teachers working for me. I would be the Bruce-Lee-of-English-teaching . I would pass on all of my teaching wisdom and our language centers would be the greatest teaching brand in the world. Yep, we would open up franchises all over the globe. ...

  My Room  by Marsha Marie  my bed, my cloud of peacefulness and escape my desk, with two windows to the world.  my closet, my portal to wardrobes of the past my box of pics, countless memories my laptop, a catalyst of expression my basket of toys and a crib to boot, my grandbaby's day care my swivel rocker chair, a comforting sight with its quirky squeak my file cabinet, documents-documents-documents, a family history in writing my 80's boombox, oh the memories! my large box of 300 markers, pens and pencils - how many does one person need? LOL 😆 my Bangles -book poster hanging high, a gentle reminder of a life long gone my pics of my grandchildren, the truest form of my happiness my mom's high school graduation picture, she is so lovely and young and then there is my personal pharmacy, a crude reminder of my cancer-ridden today ...............God grant me the grace to accept where I am at this time in my life and forgiveness to accept my limitations my room is my s...

  Bushes by Marsha Marie looking thru the branches i feel lost everyday confused of what will happen of where i will belong fruit of passion has dried its last withered pulse fruit of the spirit is all i have left tangled branches engulf my life yet they do not hide me green, yellow, tan and brown like emotions they pass me around can i taste them? can i share them? the thorns are in the way fruit of compassion i see to the left fruit of resistance i see to the right who is the master grower in all of this confusion? why is he not pruning where i need? or is he and i do not see it? the floor is dry  the twigs crackle under pressure yet when i look up i see the light the light that will guide my spirit upwards where i belong