
2026 PAD Challenge Day 27
mu response is :
once upon a time
people believed
that the divine
was represented
in the mother.
so mother became
the name of God
for so many.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 27
mu response is :
once upon a time
people believed
that the divine
was represented
in the mother.
so mother became
the name of God
for so many.



2026 PAD Challenge Day 26
my response is :
today my brain is so foggy
that I feel as if I am playing
solitaire with a deck of 28 cards....
I have forgotten all I need to know
I want to remember,
I really do,
but in the moment
all I find is myself confused..

The Darkangel by Meredith Ann Pierce
The Darkangel, a vampire of astounding beauty and youth, can only summon his full power when he finds his 14th and final bride. But for Aeriel, whom he kidnaps to serve his brides, there is something about him–something beyond his obvious evil–that makes her want to save him rather than destroy him. The Darkangel–Pierce’s first book, originally released in 1982–was an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, a New York Times Notable Children’s Book, a Parent’s Choice Award Superbook, and a Booklist Best Book of the Decade.
My Thoughts
This was the first vampire novel I had ever read. it’s the first one in a trilogy. all three of them are great reads.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 25
my response is :
small doses of kindness
is simply a way to show
the world there is love
still in your heart .
treat others as you
would want to be
treated.
that is the best
way for anyone
to live.

This is my work in progress list… and how I keep track of my word count.
my numbers are good this time ….
I have surgery scheduled for may 13th. that feels like a lot but I am hoping that will solve a lot

2026 PAD Challenge Day 24
My response is :
faeries are born
from the laughter
of newborn babies,
or so we are told.
but I believe that
Banshee are made
from forgotten hugs
when loved ones pass.

2026 PAD Challenge Day 22
my response is :
memories from long forgotten places,
I find myself watching it from a distance
as though I am stuck in a repetitive
dream without any way out.
drifting into something resembling
an active dream of poetry
and possibility

