Journaling is a never ending story.
I’ve been writing poetry since I was a child. I love the juxtaposition of words and the intense feelings that can be inspired through this art form. Poetry is the music of the soul.
by Tracy Johnstone It started with a Facebook post 100 days after the storm. The post read like a gospel invitation. An invitation to step forward; to take a step away from the chaos of recovery. This was a salvation call for each of us as women and for the community that we all call home. Tracy [...]
by Dr. Amy Boe, contributing writer, In the Aftermath of the Storm: Stories of Hope and Healing. In the Eye of the Storm, published in January, 2019 tells the story of Hurricane Michael's brutal landfall along the Panhandle of Florida on October 10, 2018. A collection of poetry, stories, and images from survivors and residents, [...]
by Teri Hord, contributing writer, In the Aftermath of the Storm: Stories of Hope and Healing. In the Eye of the Storm, published in January, 2018 tells the story of Hurricane Michael's brutal landfall along the Panhandle of Florida on October 10, 2018. A collection of poetry, stories, and images from survivors and residents, In [...]
Hurricane Michael, One Year Later It's been one year.One year since that day.That day we'll never forget. Our world was destroyed.Torn from its foundation.Inexplicably altered.We emerged to an apocalypse. So complete in its devastation,we immediately understood,we'd never be the same.Its been one year.One year since that day.That day that challenged us.In ways we never imagined.Our [...]
Today you would’ve turned 50. I would’ve brought you boiled peanuts rather than cake. I would’ve decorated your office with black streamers,and balloons. Like you did for my 30th, and 40th, and 45th. You would’ve laughed even though you would’ve hated all the black confetti in your things. We would’ve marveled at how quickly time [...]
Today would have been my Father’s 82nd birthday. Each year, around this time I find myself reflecting on his life. On the man he was and on the continued impact he has on my life. My father was so many things to me. My father, yes, but so much more. His was a calming presence [...]
