Writing, a trial: testing words to understand. Ah! comprehension.
Author: Dawn M. Paul
I am a creator and Jesus enthusiast sharing peace and joy through art and story.
A Jaunty Meet-Cute (A Narrative Poem)
There once was a young lady, who walked along the roadway, she danced a jig in the shady of the bright sun shiny day. She came upon a golden lute and picked it up to play. A boy appeared sudden and cute but he didn’t know what to say. He looked at the… Continue reading A Jaunty Meet-Cute (A Narrative Poem)
The Reverend Todd Young Meets… (a Short Story)
The honorable Reverend Todd Young arrived at the conference for "The Correlation of Midwest Pastors" in Dayton with his broken suitcase thumping behind him. As he entered the lobby of the hotel, several people turned to look at him. He bowed his head to a few individually, and then went to check in. Afterward, as… Continue reading The Reverend Todd Young Meets… (a Short Story)
My Erma Experience
Last week I went to the Erma Bombeck Writer's Workshop, an event I had been looking forward to since December. It is a place for humor and human interest writers to gather. I began my time in workshops from Sharon Short on "Finding the Writer's Voice" and Adair Lara on "Crafting Compelling Personal Essays." The… Continue reading My Erma Experience
Museums
I enjoy a museum, and I think I'll visit one soon.Why? The best reason is to get the family out of the house. It's nice to take a day trip locally - an escape from the humdrum of every day living without the expense of travel. We can delve into a story without reading a… Continue reading Museums
Marriage (A Gnomic Verse)
The wedding ring turns again as old habits cycle in the wind. Through the years around they go coming back and forth, high and low, causing joy or pain that one could fear, but lessening in each passing year.
This Messy Life
Sometimes life gets messy. Dirty, stinky, messy. Negative vibes throw you into a tailspin and you wonder why it happens. The key to dealing with a stinky mess is to take one step at a time. Eventually you can trudge through the gray to emerge into the light on the other side. So what's in… Continue reading This Messy Life
Cat vs. Woodchuck (a Limerick Poem)
There stood a woodchuck in front of the shed, a cat passed him by, but chuck shook his head. When the cat stole his apple there arose such a grapple, they really should have just shared it instead.
Dawn Marie Paul 