Saturday Blogging

Ok.  It's really hard to blog on Saturdays, my friends.  Because on Saturdays, I am often out and about doing fun things with friends.  Like yesterday, one of my bestie best friends came down from NYC for a visit.  And who wants to blog when bestie best friends are visiting?  So sorry.  I dropped you guys like a hot potato.

However.  I do have some things I want to talk about.  See that "About Us" tab above this post?  Right up there?  Under my header?  After you read this, please click on it.  Yep.  Do it.  Because clicking that button will allow you to read the biggest lie I have ever written.  I reread it on Friday and was horrified by how stupidly fake I sound.  Whatever is written there is not me.

So tomorrow, I am going to write something a little more honest.  Tomorrow, because I hate typing the laptop I have at home.  Give me a real mouse and a full-size keyboard any day.

Saturday Blogging

Ok.  It's really hard to blog on Saturdays, my friends.  Because on Saturdays, I am often out and about doing fun things with friends.  Like yesterday, one of my bestie best friends came down from NYC for a visit.  And who wants to blog when bestie best friends are visiting?  So sorry.  I dropped you guys like a hot potato.

However.  I do have some things I want to talk about.  See that "About Us" tab above this post?  Right up there?  Under my header?  After you read this, please click on it.  Yep.  Do it.  Because clicking that button will allow you to read the biggest lie I have ever written.  I reread it on Friday and was horrified by how stupidly fake I sound.  Whatever is written there is not me.

So tomorrow, I am going to write something a little more honest.  Tomorrow, because I hate typing the laptop I have at home.  Give me a real mouse and a full-size keyboard any day.

The Lighthouse

This a beautiful image, isn't it?  Even without the word "Hope" printed in gold lettering across the top, the image screams blessed anticipation.  A women - a muse, perhaps - holding the bold torch of enlightenment, leaning on her solid anchor.  This woman is a lighthouse.  A haven of safety for the brave sailors out at sea.

I grew up a short walk from a lighthouse.  A beautiful, old lighthouse, whose beacon continues to flash its double-blink as a warning for fishermen dodging the ever-shifting sand bars.  My family would visit the lighthouse together a few evenings every summer.  We would park our car and stand out at the balcony looking out at the water, the lighthouse behind us.  We would wait, looking out at the dark ocean until - at last! - the lighthouse would flash once and then twice, lighting up the water.  Those brief moments of light filled me with hope.

This post was written as part of the Red Writing Hood challenge at The Red Dress Club.  

The Lighthouse

This a beautiful image, isn't it?  Even without the word "Hope" printed in gold lettering across the top, the image screams blessed anticipation.  A women - a muse, perhaps - holding the bold torch of enlightenment, leaning on her solid anchor.  This woman is a lighthouse.  A haven of safety for the brave sailors out at sea.

I grew up a short walk from a lighthouse.  A beautiful, old lighthouse, whose beacon continues to flash its double-blink as a warning for fishermen dodging the ever-shifting sand bars.  My family would visit the lighthouse together a few evenings every summer.  We would park our car and stand out at the balcony looking out at the water, the lighthouse behind us.  We would wait, looking out at the dark ocean until - at last! - the lighthouse would flash once and then twice, lighting up the water.  Those brief moments of light filled me with hope.

This post was written as part of the Red Writing Hood challenge at The Red Dress Club.