“Sweetie, Sweetie, Sweetie,” she said. Three times in a row. “My Sweetie.” Her eyes lit up and a smile crept up her cheeks. Her hands reached for him. His eyes filled with tears, as he reached back, “I love you so much,” he choked out. She leaned forward, lips puckered, reaching for a kiss. He … Continue reading Sweetie
Author: michellegunnin
September 12th
One blink and 20 years have passed. Yet, the horrors of 9-11 seem as fresh as the day they happened. The footage I have seen every year brings it all back like it was yesterday. I am glued to the TV, just as I was then, because I have a need to watch it again. … Continue reading September 12th
Relax
I don’t know about you, but lately I have been feeling a great deal of tension. Not from my own life necessarily, though there is always plenty in my world to deal with. This apprehension is coming from the outside. I don’t watch the news. I am limiting my social media time. Still, there seems … Continue reading Relax
Refugees
What to say? What to write? No one needs my opinion on world events added to the cacophony of voices and noise, yet I feel compelled to speak. Obliged to write. To be a voice for the voiceless. If for no other reason so that they may be “heard.” I am referring to the refugees … Continue reading Refugees
Sister Tattoos
When my sister, Melinda turned 50, she ran a half marathon. She has a thing for marking milestones and she’s good at it. I have no doubt now, five years later, she could have run another half or even a whole one, but she picked something different this year. She decided to get her first … Continue reading Sister Tattoos
The Painting
A misshapen hand grasps the paint brush with the skill of one who has painted for millennia. The canvas is blank. It is a new piece beginning. Not that it will be all that different than previous pieces. Same colors, same textures, same layers…just in a different order. A new form, an experiment really, as … Continue reading The Painting
Surprise!
Recently, my nephew David called my sister and me. He asked us if we could get Dad to the Gainesville Botanical Gardens at 11:00 on Saturday. His story was that he was flying in from Orlando and wanted to surprise Dad for his 85th birthday. What he didn’t tell us was that he wasn’t the … Continue reading Surprise!
The Heart of the Olympics
I’ve never been a sports girl. It’s not for lack of trying. As a young girl I tried the usual team sports. Softball was a disaster. Basketball is not even worth a comment. Moving on to individual sports, I didn’t fare much better. Tennis camp was laughable. Even the one-on-one lessons with the tennis pro … Continue reading The Heart of the Olympics
Small Town Politics
Every small town has them. Everyplace where there are people who go way back. Everyplace where there are insiders and outsiders. Everyplace where old relationships and personal agendas outweigh what is best for everyone else. If you have lived in a small town for very long you have seen these kinds of politics in operation. … Continue reading Small Town Politics
Till Death Do Us Part
In sickness and health, till death do us part…these words used to be spoken in every marriage vow. Nowadays, they are considered old fashioned. There are so many other ways to part now, but 35 years ago today, we included those words in our vows. Little did we know the till-death-do-us-part part of our vows … Continue reading Till Death Do Us Part
Michelle's Mosaic 