If

If I were an eagle with really big wings,

I'd fly far far away -

Away from your mouth that stings,

From your eyes that leer,

From your ears

Happiness

What is happiness? That was the question running through my mind just yesterday. I remember being happy the most when I was just a child, running wild and free in the yard while my mom cooked dinner and dad relaxed after work in front of the TV. That was a long, long time ago. But those days as a child were happy ones. I was innocent and carefree. I did not know about mortgages, payments, bills, and such. Life then was good. No, life was great!

As I've grown a whole lot older, I've considered happiness. What is it? What truly makes a person happy? 

Many of us spend our whole lives waiting to be happy. We're waiting on someone special to make us happy. We're secretly waiting for Mr. or Mrs. Right to find us, and together we'll ride off into the sunset.

Well, I'm afraid that kind of thinking is the stuff

Just a Thank You

and Life's Ramblings

 

 

 

I just want to say thank you! Thank you so very much to anyone who has ever visited this blog. I do sincerely apologize for not being here lately.

 

 

 

I enjoy teaching Adult Ed. The students are fabulous. If I could, I don't think I'd change anything about the job. The students sincerely want to learn. They realize that education is important. They want to better their lives. They are thinking about their future, and they want to do their best. The students are mannerable and respectful. How happy are you with your job?

 

I'd worked with the students. I answered questions. I felt good about myself and felt a huge sense of accomplishment. As I noticed the clock, I realized that the last student walked out fifteen minutes late. When I glanced at the board, I saw a message scribbled, "Bye, Ms. Woolcock." I smiled. This reminded me of my years of teaching younger kids who were anxious to hand the teacher a picture, drawing, or letter. I decided then that I was doing something right!! What made you smile lately?

 



Sometimes

Sometimes I feel alone, even though I'm not.
Sometimes I feel there's no one who cares,
And I could be right.



Sometimes tears spring to my eyes
For no known reason.
Sometimes . . . just sometimes . . .

Sometimes when I feel really sad,
I know that my mom loves me.
I know that Jesus cares.

Favorite Things: My grandbaby and excerpt from my novel, Perfect Love

“Once upon a time,” Will began, “there lived the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. She had the most beautiful mom of all the other moms. Her dad wasn’t really that handsome, but he had this great, great love for his daughter. Every night before his daughter crept into bed, she had to have cookies and milk to help her fall asleep. It didn’t matter if it was an Oreo, Vanilla wafers, or any other kind, as long as it was a cookie.”

He continued, “On one particular night at her bedtime, her poor old father didn’t have a single cookie in the cupboard to give to his darling daughter. In fact, there was not a single cookie or cookie crumb anywhere to be found in their entire house. The beautiful girl cried and cried

Turn Back Time

If you could turn back time, would you?

I remember as a child being so very happy. In fact, my uncle's wife nicknamed me "Happy" for a while. I always wore a bright smile on my face, and I laughed a lot. I loved pets, and I semi-owned the most beautiful pet in the whole world, a French poodle named Blanche, semi-owned because she belonged to my sister originally. But Blanche and I were destined to be together. She loved me, and I loved her. It was fate, pure and simple.

I loved summers when I could spend all day with her. During the school year, we delighted in seeing each other when I came home from work.

Early one morning on a Saturday, my eyelids grew heavier with sleep. I could barely move a muscle, but housed-trained, Blanche insisted she needed out. I pushed my feet in bedroom slippers, walked down the hall, let her outside. I retraced my steps and dragged back to bed.

That's when I heard my dad's truck start, then quickly shut off. He trudged inside with bad news. He'd hit Blanche.

Gripped by fear, I raced outside. He'd crushed my pet's backside. Following a visit to the vet, I learned she would have to be put to sleep.

"I can get you another poodle," my dad insisted.

"No," was my response. No one or anything could replace the pet I loved.

In life, we find love and sometimes lose it. What seems so right for us can prove wrong; what appears wrong could be the best thing ever. When we lose something we care so deeply about, there can be no replacement . . .

If I could turn back time, I would . . .

What Women Want

What do women want?

Being a female myself, I qualify to talk about what women really want, and the answers are really quite simple.
1. Women want to be loved.
As little girls, we grow up reading fairy tales and romances. We watch TV shows where the guy strives to win the girl. We equate those experiences with real life, and we expect to be swept off our feet by a handsome hero who will love, cherish, and adore us.

2. Women want understanding and tenderness.
When we've had a bad day, we need a smile, some attention, and a hug. We want someone to caress our cheek tenderly, to gaze into our eyes, to hold our hand, and to show affection in many ways. We want to feel that someone cares and is there for us, there in our corner whenever the chips are down.

3. Women want companionship.
We value conversations and time spent together, whether it's watching a television show or movie, eating out, sitting on porch swings, or strolling together in the park. Closeness is important. The more we can converse in an amicable way, the stronger the relationship bonds.

4. Women want protection.
We want a man to be strong and to be a leader in his household. If danger or crises occur, there's a need to feel that the hero in our lives can take care of any situation.

There you have it! I think above all else, this is what most women want. Above money and jewels and prestige, these 4 make life richer. Money, jewels, and prestige can all fade, rust, and dwindle, but love, understanding, tenderness, companionship, and a need to be protected are everlasting values to be treasured.

What would you say most women want?

Flash Fiction

To anyone who might be following any of my posts here or at The Wryters' Block, you may have read that I've taken a workshop on flash fiction. Maybe you've even read The Kill at The Wryters' Block. Here it is. I'm posting it here, The Kill, my first piece of flash fiction. Let me know what you think. The Kill

By
Arsoleen Woolcock

Mirrors don’t lie. They reflect what they see.

I’m beautiful - soft, caramel-colored skin; tawny eyes with gold flecks; lithe, slender body; long legs. Dressed in a tight-fitting, hip-hugging dress, I expect Dwayne’s head to spin.

I twirl my long, luxurious, waist-length tress. Wow, if it weren’t narcissistic, I’d be in love with myself, so I couldn’t blame a fellow for finding me irresistible. But thinking I'd have sex with him on the first date? Well, I'm not that kind of girl. The corners of my mouth curve into a smile. Tonight Dwayne would find out exactly what kind of girl I am.

Almost 8 o'clock. I have a date to keep. I wonder if he'll still reek of fear? That's why I enjoy meeting at Park Central. Most men know about the murders. Dwayne knew. I could see it in his eyes.

I grin, lick wet hungry lips. Sexy, delicious fear turned me on.

Already my blood-shot eyes blaze. Fangs drag open my mouth. My throat thirsts for the taste of human blood, Dwayne’s blood.

Ready for the kill, I vault from the opened window. Like lightning, I speed toward the bench where Dwayne waited.

Salivating, I stand upright, watch him from dark shadows. One more second and I’d rip into mangled flesh, suck his blood!

He turns, spies me, the huntress.

I eyeball his twisted face.

“This is payback, Bitch!”

I snarl.

“For my brother!”

Ghastly screams shriek through the moonlit night as silver bullets pulverize my body.

Perfect Love and Through Angel's Eyes

Always promote your books! So... Perfect Love Breanna Walker has idolized her father, Will, all her life. Through the years, she's watched his quiet gentleness, his steadfast faith in God, and his overwhelming love for her mother, Cleotyne, grow stronger with time. Cleotyne Walker, a beautiful singing superstar that loves her family, tours the world over, thriving on applause and devotion from adoring fans. When she returns home unexpectedly from one of her concert tours with a surprise, her marriage is threatened and her own sanity is stretched to the limits. Breanna's one dream is to find that special love by a man who's as wonderful as her father. But the secret that has been hidden for years surfaces, likely to destroy her dreams of forever after in a Perfect Love. Through Angel's Eyes A match made in heaven . . . Angel King knows her brother Stanley Richards is perfect for her best friend, Jasmine Summers. Jasmine finds Angel's idea that she hook up with her brother inconceivable! Stanley Richards is a playboy, pure and simple. Jasmine's head and her past are already clouded with memories of a disastrous first marriage. No way would she want history repeating itself. With one stolen kiss, Jasmine is able to see Through Angel's Eyes and her brief glimpse into the future that Stanley may be the perfect match for her. But will Stanley accept her hidden secret, and what is her ex-husband Leon up to, and why has he moved right next door to her? One thing is for sure, no one can find out her secret.

Life

"Life is like one big test: At the end of it, you're in Heaven or hell." I agree with my son's statement. That's the last test. "Better yet," I told him, "there are a series of tests that are on-going in our lives. If ever we don't pass, get up, move forward. Sometimes we may need to change course." To me, life is like climbing a tree. It's hard. Some of us scooch up the trunk; some leap to a branch, but our goal is to climb as high as we can. Sometimes in the process, we slide back down, do everything we can not to tumble and fall. Sometimes we go far out on a limb and dangle on a branch until we find our way back again. I'm an adult education teacher, and I love my job with a fierce passion. What I tell my students, I have to repeat to myself: 1. Stay focused. 2. Stay positive. 3. Never give up on your dreams; keep them close to your heart. 4. Make the most of every day of your life. 5. Never stop learning. 6. Love yourself. 7. Root and cheer for yourself. 8. Surround yourself with other like-minded individuals. 9. Take steps today toward your goal. 10. You can do it!! So as the author of two published books, I'm trying to tell myself that I can write two more and then two more... My goal is to write as much as possible every single day. What will you resolve to do today that takes you closer to your goal?