Tag Archives: Fear

NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 24


Today I’m using the Writer’s Digest prompt for Day 23: write a fear poem.

Recurring Nightmare
by ARHuelsenbeck

I look for my purse
and I realize I left it in a store.
I retrace my steps
and of course it’s not there.

My heart pounds.
I think of the money
and credit cards
and identification
and keys
in my purse
and how hard it will be
to safeguard or replace them.


I look for someone 
to help me.
Did anyone turn in a lost purse?
The store employee 
is no help at all.

I want to go to the bank
to cancel my credit cards
but I can’t drive there
because my keys are in my purse.

I want to call someone 
to come get me
but I can’t 
because my phone is in my purse.

What’s the matter with me?
Why did I put my purse down?

I start walking,
but why?
I’m miles away from home.
Too far to walk.

What do I do now?

Terror rises in my throat.
I just know someone
is happily maxing out my credit cards.
I walk in circles
as my panic escalates.
I talk to myself
and sob.
This is a disaster.

Monday Morning Wisdom #394

Monday Morning Wisdom #394

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.

~Anne Frank

OctPoWriMo2022 Day 19


First things first: I’m back! Back from my blogging break of six weeks. I did manage to free up just barely enough space in my study for my new Moxie quilting machine, which is coming home a week from tomorrow. More about that in a future post.

Usually I participate in two challenges in October, OctPoWriMo (October Poetry Writing Month) and Inktober (a drawing challenge). I zoned out and missed the start, but now that I have time to write again, I’m going to try to write poems (on odd-numbered days) and create ink drawings (on even-numbered days) for the rest of the month. Today, even though it’s the 19th, my poem is drawn from intersection of the prompts for days 13 (faith and flow) and 15 (surrendering fear):


O God
when I am afraid
I will trust in You
I surrender my fear
believing that You are in control
You see me
You love me
You know best what I need

I lay my concerns at Your feet
I let go
and I’m enveloped by Your Presence
Your peace flowing like a river
transcending all understanding
You know best what I need
I love You


Monday Morning Wisdom #382

Monday Morning Wisdom #382

I look at fear not as cowardice, but as a call forward, a summons to fight for what we hold dear. ~Amanda Gorman

From the Creator’s Heart #305


From the Creator’s Heart #208

From the Creator’s Heart #208

When I am afraid, I will trust in you (Psalm 56:3 NIV).

From the Creator’s Heart # 127

From the Creator’s Heart # 127

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified, do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go (Joshua 1:9 NIV).

In the Meme Time: Scary

In the Meme Time: Scary


Fear of Driving

Fear of Driving

This article was first published on Doing Life Together.

Doing Life Together

I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was 19.

I got my first learner’s permit when I was a senior in high school. My dad took me out driving several times in his huge Buick LeSabre. Our sessions usually ended with him red-faced and shouting at me, and me crying. At the time, I didn’t understand why Dad was so frustrated.

The day of my scheduled road test was also the day of the first blizzard of 1970. I had no experience driving in snow. Even though Dad promised the test course would be plowed by the time we got there, this was not the way I’d imagined it. I pictured myself driving us to the Motor Vehicles office on non-scary, dry roads. I didn’t want a last-minute lesson on driving on snow-covered roads. So I refused to go. Dad said I could call and reschedule, but I just…

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The Day Milo Went AWOL . . . by Andrea R Huelsenbeck

The Day Milo Went AWOL . . . by Andrea R Huelsenbeck

An oldy, but a goody. Un-smiley face graphic by Kaz Vorpal.

Doing Life Together

California King Snake California King Snake

As I was readying to leave for work one day fifteen years ago, my daughter Erin, then fifteen years old and the last of our children to leave for school in the morning, breathlessly announced, “There’s a snake in my pants!”

Now, in some homes, a statement like that might be alarming. However, in our house, it was pretty typical.

Firstly, my kids tended to keep their clothes on the floor. Secondly, although we live in Arizona, we are surrounded on all sides by the greater Phoenix metropolitan area—unlikely a wild reptile wriggled in from the desert. It would probably be one of our resident serpents.

You see, my husband, Greg, an elementary school teacher, collected critters.

So my very logical response to Erin was “Who is it?”

“One of the black and white ones.”

Boy, was I ticked. I had recently flown to New Jersey to…

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