Saturday, May 31, 2014

Past Home #Writer's Prompt

Past Home

Writer's Prompt 


My childhood home came into view. I was half tempted to turn and run away, fast.

I stood perfectly still looking at the walls that fashioned my past and, ultimately, who I was. Both good and bad memories rushed forward, leaving me breathless.  

The structure beckoned and I moved forward.

I circled around the tree, the swing long gone. The echoes of my cousins’ ghosts cried out, “Tag, you’re it!” And was that a scent of apple pie I smelled? It couldn’t be.

Up the front steps I go. The screen door hung crooked on its hinges. Without bothering to knock, I pushed opened the unlocked wooden door and stepped in.

“Hello, dear. I’ve been expecting you.” 

In that instant, the past I tried to run away from met me in the present, and stole my future.   






Author K. Meador is a mom to two grown sons who are currently pursuing their adult lives outside the home. For the past several years, she has traveled with her job and has now settled down in Oklahoma City area.

She enjoys photography, walking, and visiting with family and friends. 

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Friday, May 30, 2014

Dangerous Dive #Writers Prompt

Dangerous Dive

Writer’s Prompt


The breathtaking view stopped me from donning my cold water wet suit, but only for a moment as the excitement of diving in such tranquility stirred me. If only I had known the danger beforehand, then I would have stayed above water that day. 

I stepped off the sailboat with my partner seconds behind me. We dove in the crystal clear icy water, and marveled at the beauty of the plant life and the unusual fish swimming about us. Excitement of discovering the world below the surface swam in my eyes.


Never far from each another, we exchanged hand signals and moved further from our boat. With my back to him, I did not know that my husband had reached over and turned the oxygen regulator off. By the time I realized what he had done, it was too late. 

Excitement and wonderment turned to fear as I fought to reach the valve to turn it on. He grabbed hold of my arms, holding them in front of me, and wouldn't let go in spite of my struggles. This man who I professed my love to watched as I drew my last breath, and the ocean became my grave.





Author K. Meador is a mom to two grown sons who are currently pursuing their adult lives outside the home. For the past several years, she has traveled with her job and has now settled down in Oklahoma City area.

She enjoys photography, walking, and visiting with family and friends. 

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Author K. Meador has six books published which are available in paperback, eBook, and four are on audio.  Thank you. Your support is truly appreciated. Website

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Fairy Stream -#Writers Prompt

Fairy's Stream


Breathing hard, I stopped beside the stream with its lovely flowers and mystical aura. What I would give to be invisible; then, I would stay in this magical place forever and be happy. For a moment, this was perfection. I sat at the edge and peered at my reflection. My long blonde hair hung with the end teasing the ripples. Imagine fairies jumped from one rock to another and I sighed at the tranquility of it as my heart rate slowed to a normal beat. How I wished I lived in such a fairy tale.  A breeze brought me back to the present and I drew back, suddenly afraid. He wasn’t far behind me and the brief respite was now over. The perfect moment was ruined by the reality of life. Leaving the fairies to appear in another’s imagination, I stood and began running towards, what I hoped, was freedom.





Author K. Meador is a mom to two grown sons who are currently pursuing their adult lives outside the home. For the past several years, she has traveled with her job and has now settled down in Oklahoma City area.

She enjoys photography, walking, and visiting with family and friends. 

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Author K. Meador has six books published which are available in paperback, eBook, and four are on audio.  Thank you. Your support is truly appreciated. Website

Monday, May 26, 2014

A tribute to those who serve(d) #memorialday

My Dad.


What year this is, I do not know. My father served 22 years in the Navy. I am very proud of him and his service to our country. In addition, my mother also served 22 years as a military wife. Many times not knowing where her husband was or if he was okay. Today, they are retired, healthy, and active. 

We owe a lot to our parents who fought before us for the country we love and live in. Privileges we enjoy today would not be if it weren't for those who carry scars with them for all of their lives. 

My father, E.W. Meador, does not share much about his military life but I do want to share a couple of stories he has shared with me over time. 

Story #1.

There was an officer who was also a pilot. My father worked in the avionic department on a naval ship. The officer needed to get to land and it was quite important. The pilot climbed into his jet and tried the radios and could not get anything - not even static. He would climb out and dad would climb in.... and turn on the equipment and communicated just fine. My father climbed out of the pilot seat and the pilot/officer climbed in. He was frustrated so he made Dad watch that he could not get the radios to operate. Sure enough they didn't work. He climbed out and Dad climbed in and they worked. Finally, Dad remembered there was a switch located under the seat and he figured that the pilot/officer outweighed him by approximately fifty pounds and that extra weight was pressing on the switch cutting off communications. The pilot/officer said his wife was going to kill him if he didn't get back to land so he flew from the ship to inland with no radio communications. 

Story #2

Dad became an officer. As they were near the equator, he went to his subordinates and requested their blankets. While everyone else was burning up in heat, his space was located near the air conditioning and he was cold. Yeah, I don't think he made many friends that day. 


War is a serious event with long intervals of not seeing family and friends. It is a stressful time on both partners. However, with all the bad there are rays of good too. Friendships are built, memories are made, and a life long bond appears to those who have and who are serving. 


Thank you for your sacrifices. Words are not enough to express my gratitude.  Your actions will never be forgotten.

 

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Sunday, May 25, 2014

Sunday #snippet from #Chosen4life


Chosen

Marcy inhaled the crisp cool winter air. They sat, and she leaned against Tom who put his arm around her.  

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Her throat constricted. Michael had never asked if she was okay. Not ever. At that moment, the reality of how he used her hit her full in the face. Her shoulders started shaking as she gave into more tears.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

She sniffed, hiccuped, and whispered, "I'm pregnant."

Marcy looked at him as he removed his arm from her shoulder. “So is this the end of us?”




Chosen

An adoption story that will move you to your core. Based loosely on true events. Chosen is a story all about choices:
  1. giving birth vs. abortion
  2. to keep the child or put the child up for adoption

It is also about the adoptive parents:

  1. Reasons why the couple can't have their own and choosing to stay together.
  2. Choosing the various routes to pursue adoption

Love,

It is a choice. 



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Silver Strands

Silver Strands
Silver Strands

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
silver strands shimmering back at me. 

Precious memories stir in my mind and I sigh -
a reflection of a past, with good and bad, gone by.

Looking forward; embracing the silver years -
may they be full of laughter and grandbabies near. 





How do you handle growing older? My mother started shining silver strands when she was but 19 years old. At 73 she is still dying her hair - silver. Seriously. For the longest time she dyed it brunette. But when she did go silver, she went silver platinum # 51. I smile at that. 

I started dying my hair at age thirty when the first few silver strands began to appear. Now in my forties I wonder why I bother. My boyfriend says he likes the silver contrast with my brunette hair. 

Is it vanity that I continue to dye my hair then? Anyone who knows me knows that isn't so. Maybe I am still trying to capture youth instead of embracing the natural path of life. 

Regardless, though silver strands are nothing to be ashamed of, I am not quite ready to give up my honey brown #5. 

Live on,
Live happy. 




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Friday, May 23, 2014

Partners in Crime #livingthegoodlife #dog #snippet


Nicco on left who is 12 years old in dog years and Pete is on the right and he is 1 1/2 years old in dog years


Partners in Crime


It was a bright, sunny day and all was at peace. 

Now we can't let that go on, now can we? I said to myself. I looked at my two boys laying quietly on the living room floor, slipped on my shoes and the boys scramble to their fury feet. 

They bounded up as quick as can be, yipping and yapping, spinning circles, and with glee barking, "Take me, take me." 

I laughed and thought, "Oh, what a mess these two can be!"

Opening the door, out shot Pete without a backward glance. Down the porch stairs he went, running up and down the fence line, barking like mad. He had to tell the neighbor dogs he was about to go on a Road Trip! 

In a sprint he ran to the gate and spun circles and yapping, "Hurry up. Let's go, let's go." 

Beside him, the quiet one stood, wagging his stump of a tail, his face broke out in a grin, "Calm down kid," he seemed to say, "You know she's taking us."

With the gate open, they both dashed through. Not to the truck, mind you, but to the front fence in the neighbors yard, gloating, ya see. 

I call out and bounding over they came. I lifted Nicco into the truck and Pete hesitated to jump in. "Oh good golly," I said. "You are a big baby," and lifted him onto the backseat. 

I start the truck and look in my rearview mirror to see..... my partners in crime, as happy as could be. 





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