Author: Vernie Lynn
The “Tipping” Year
Share Saturday was our 22nd Wedding Anniversary. I’ve been calling this the “Tipping” year because this is the year that marks the point where we’ve officially been together fo... Read More
Grave at the Quiet Bend
"The fingers of shadow lengthen Along the quiet bend Of the road that runs from East to West Beside the grave of a friend."... Read More
Untouchable in America
The overweight. The obese. The chubby. The fat. The plump. These are the untouchables in America.... Read More
A Song for the Hopeless
"Begin again." And the hopeless soul looks over the edge, into the darkness where their dreams have gone, and wonders if the risk of beginning will be their death or a new life.... Read More
The Cowardice of Disbelief
Disbelief, by comparison, is just so blessedly easy. All it requires is our disinterest, our contempt, or our anger. Anger is easy compared to kindness.... Read More
To Grandma on Ezekiel’s Birth
ShareThis poem was written just a few days after my firstborn son was born and as my Grandma Stratton was slowly slipping away from mortality. Grandma had suffered a stroke that kept her bedridden and... Read More
The Gift of Grief
Share I have been expecting a call to tell me of my Dad’s death for several years. The powerful, larger than life man who could swing me around in his arms when I was a child has given way to the fr... Read More
Your Candidate is Not Mine
Let me pose this question to you: say I accept your assertion as truth, that my vote is "wasted" on a 3rd party candidate, are you as equally vehement that I should vote for the "other" candidate? Wil... Read More