Shirley Belk
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Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)
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This is part of the seasonal challenge by Gary Ragnarsson. This task was a labor of love for me because I have loved so very many of your stories. Each comment I have made has been heartfelt and I hope each of you know exactly how special you are. I'm blessed to have access to so very much talent across the globe through this platform called Vocal! Thank you for sharing the "beautiful things" in your stories & poems!
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
No Other Way to Explain It
I remember when we met for the first time. My oldest daughter, seventeen years old, had friends over and you came along with them. I had heard about you before, though. You and your two brothers were well known and respected in the small town we all lived in. You were the middle brother, the best looking one, they had said. You were recently divorced and a friend had thought (out loud to me) that she believed we would make a good match. She had dated the youngest brother. I quickly dismissed that thought.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Confessions
A Potpourri of Songs
********************************************************************** It was my maternal grandmother that loved Perry Como. He was popular from the late 1930's on through and well past the 1960's, having thirteen #1 top hits. She was born in 1892, so this makes sense. I liked listening to his music with her. In elementary school music class, we learned this song, Moon River. I remember singing it to her. Dean Martin described Como's voice as "relaxing." I also remember another singer, Andy Williams who was popular in the 60s-70's. He, too sang Moon River. I think I liked his version the best.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Beat
Just Cold, Wet, & White
They had been warned. Schools closed early because the roads would be icy for days. The South didn't get much wintry wizardry like this one was expected to be. The talk of the town was "snow days." All the parents who weren't picking their kids up were at the grocery stores stocking up on snacks, getting bread and milk, and thinking ahead for items like toilet paper and candles should the lights go out.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Fiction
People who Point Us
I've been around long enough to have a good look around. Now I'm too old to go about and be bothered about fitting in or fooling around. I'm waning instead of waxing, according to the moon. And the moon, as it casts its light on us all, reminds me of the different seasons of my life that have influenced me (my character) in some sort of way. Those seasons have been centered with different actors in my play. (Our lives are really works of art, if you think about it.) This story is about the early lessons in the play called life.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Families
