The Fairy Tale

Fairy tales, lust and love. Somewhere in your younger years you thought of these three things. The dress in white. The man in the tux.ball-gown-empire-wedding-dresses_1

The days of thinking of no one else but him/her. The nights of lovemaking under the stars. The house, the babies, the laughter then the tears.


Why, why does this happen? You were so in love? If I had the answers; I may not be divorced today. I don’t know why things change. Perhaps the bills start things out. Companies having their handout for money.


Work and more work to make sure there is adequate money to cover bills, food, insurance, gas and of course; I could go on and on.


Somewhere the glitter leaves and reality sets in. Sometimes marriage counseling prior to the wedding helps. It helps set the goals of what each wants to bring to the relationship. Even then, this doesn’t always help.


The world is full of glitter in black masks.blackmask

It comes in many styles such as stress, overweight, insecurities, failure and many more. There is always someone out there leering near by, watching your eyes, and feeling your losses. They are there, waiting, tempting you to respond to their call.


A person at the bar, a hunk at the gym, a co-employee. They are all around us, and ready to make us feel better. When we are hurting or confused, not sure where we stand in a relationship; this is the time temptation comes along.


Now don’t get me wrong my friends. Not every person is devious. There are thousands of people who care and many who would not consider breaking up or interfering with a marriage. We do have to face the facts though. Life is delicate and easily breakable.


Don’t believe me? Take a look for a few weeks at the divorce filings. It is so sad to see many who have been married less than a year or even six months; filing for divorce. It sometimes appears that there surely was an argument and instead of seeking help, they sought a divorce attorney. You know, the I’ll show you attitude?


Then their are the relationships that have lasted fifteen, sixteen and forty years that have filed. The mid-life crisis? What is that exactly?

mid·life cri·sis
noun: mid-life crisis
  1. an emotional crisis of identity and self-confidence that can occur in early middle age.


Sometimes this can occur from The Change. Wow, what a phrase, but so true.

Hormones bouncing, hot flashes, the kids are moving out. Suddenly it is just the two of you again and now what do you do? Weight gain has occurred. You have time to go to the gym. You get in shape. People notice. Your head swells like a big balloon.big

Guys flirt, you flirt back. It feels good. Darn, how long has it been since this has happened?


Well, as you can see, there are many reasons that the fairy tale can go up in flames but it doesn’t mean the light has to be snuffed completely. You just have to get the help needed for the issue and without delay. First, you may ask yourself, do I still love the person I have been involved with or married to all these years?


If the answer is yes, then there is hope. Pray, seek counseling, change the routine at home. Smell good, look good, think of him/her before yourself. Have a picnic in your bedroom with candles. Put the kids to bed early. Put the cell down, turn the TV off. Change it up. Do what ever you need to do to salvage what was good.


If you have tried your best and it still fails, well, this is the ultimate suck-ass situation of all. How do you go on? What about all those years spent together. I don’t have the answers, but I can offer suggestions. Stay close to your family. They do love you. They will listen. They will emotionally support and encourage you. Lastly, don’t forget to pray. Prayers are answered. God listens. God feels your pain. God knows your future.


Enough said for tonight.

I dedicate this to a very special man in my life.

I love you. R.W.


Fried Chicken Bowl

Fried Chicken Bowl

Fried Chicken Bowl

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Recipe By:jreb66
“Quick and easy comfort meal with chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and cheese.”


  • vegetable oil for frying
  • 4 pieces frozen, breaded pre-cooked chicken strips
  • 2 cups prepared mashed potatoes
  • 6 ounces shredded Cheddar cheese
  • 1 (14 ounce) can whole kernel corn, drained


  1. Heat oil in a deep-fryer or large saucepan to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
  2. Fry chicken strips in the hot oil until warmed through, 2 to 3 minutes. Transfer chicken to paper towel-lined plates using a slotted spoon. Cut chicken into bite-size chunks.
  3. Layer mashed potatoes, Cheddar cheese, corn, and chicken, respectively, into individual serving bowls.

You Were the Only One for Me

A hell cat is what her mama used to call her when she was growing up. Patty never thought anyone else was right.She had to find a way to prove that her way was better. Sometimes she did and the times she didn’t; she never apologized.

Young men were apprehensive when approaching Patty. Oh, she was pretty enough, but that spirit. It was like nearing a wild horse, needing to be tamed. There was this one young man, who loved a challenge, and to him; she was the biggest challenge ever. He won, she tamed a little, and today, after fifty-five years later, Bud stood over his wife, tears that shouldn’t be shown, were running down his cheeks.

Patty had the disease. Cancer is the name they gave it at the doctor’s office. It was a mean spirited demon that was much stronger than Patty ever was. She had been fine one day, then suddenly without notice, she took to the bed.

After a few days of feeling no better, Bud called the doc in. Now here the two were, in the one room where all the memories stood strong. The place their love showed so strong. A room where their family had been started. Now death lay near, and Bud found himself singing a song that had been played on their wedding day.

Patty looked up into his eyes. She took his hand and placed it over her heart. With a whisper she said,”You were always the one for me”. Her frail, pale hand and her eyes closed.


Old Jake

He was crazy in the head. That’s what most folks said about old Jake. He had grown up in a small town south of Chicago. He had worked in his father’s fields until his dad died. His dad discouraged him from dating. He said, he was needed more at home and besides, girls take and take, and ain’t nothing but trouble.

Myself, I believe old Jake was just plain lonely. He never even kissed a girl. After his parents were both gone, Jake didn’t want the farm anymore; so with help; he sold it. He took the little bit he got and moved himself into town.

He got an apartment and paid for the next three years ahead of time. He picked out a room that had a big window in the front yard, and that is where the old, crazy man sat most days. He would stare out the window at all the people walking by. He eyed the ladies and wished one of them was his.

He wondered what it would be like to touch their hand, or get close enough to smell their perfume, let alone sneak a quick kiss. Jake didn’t go out much. He had never learned much in social skills. He was shy and knew if he went out, he would only make an ass of himself, just as his dad said he would.

He didn’t have any bills to pay since they were included in  his room and board. His mother had taught him how to repair clothes, so when he got a hole; he just quickly repaired it. About the only time he went out was the once a week when he popped into the grocery store two doors down. He mainly bought peanut butter, some jelly, bread, cookies. He bought a quart of milk and a jug of juice. He kept these items in the little apartment size refrigerator he had in his room. The landlord did his laundry for him.

One time when he was in the grocery store, a person bumped into him, about knocking him straight down on his face. Old Jake didn’t know what to think when he composed himself and turned to see who had done it.

He looked straight into big, brown eyes, who stared back at him. She was giving him the biggest smile. Bigger than his own mother had ever shown to Jake. She said, “Scuse me sir. Me didn’t mean to run straight into you. You see, my shoestring came undone”. She pointed down at it and Jake followed her look.

He saw the shoelace was undone and without thinking he knelt down and tied it for her. When he stood back up she stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek. Old Jake’s face turned warm, and he raised his fingers to where the kiss remained. He touched his cheek and looked at her and his face glowed with delight.

The two felt an instant attraction. He told her his name was Old Jake. She told him her name was Sally Sue. For weeks after that meeting, Jake made sure he went to the store on the same day that he had met Sally  Sue.

She would be there, doing her own grocery shopping. One day Old Jake asked  her if they could share the cart. She nodded and smiled big for him. The two did their grocery shopping and once they were checked out; he carried her bag outside for her. Jake asked, “Are you hungry Sally Sue”? She nodded and said, “I am starved, Old Jake.”



My Poetry

Lines going nowhere
Quotes left unsaid
A kiss remains untouched
Memories of what once
Fresh within the mind
A look of yesterday
A smile once recognized
A touch with vibrations
Lingers within the soul
The sun goes down
Darkness over rules
Two faces in mirrors
Familiarity does remain.

Written by,
Terry Shepherd



Happy Valentine Weekend

It’s almost that time again. Valentine’s Day. For some it is the most romantic day of the year. For others, it is the only day of the year that it screams, you are alone with no Valentine.

That means no card, no flowers, no candies, no red, velvet box. I used to think this way, but I don’t do that so much anymore. I see the messes inside relationships at times. I see partners where equality doesn’t exist. I figure it this way. The only problems I really have to face, are the ones I create myself. Anything else, I can make the final ruling.

But, I do want to smile big for me and for you for this Valentine’s Day. For you, have a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I hope it brings you all you want it to. For me, I am grateful I woke up. I see the beautiful snow falling. I can still walk today, and I can still function.

So raise those heart-shaped glasses and let’s toast to each other, for happiness, love, peace, and joy!


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I’ll Whisper To You Darling



On an ocean blue

I call to you

From deep below

A whisper, slow.


You hear my call

You stumble and fall

As I sound familiar

You believe it to be her.


For once upon a time

You threw in your  line

You caught a love so rare

New birth, with all to bare.


Then one day I went away

You didn’t know what to say

I left and never more

Came knocking at your door.


You never forgot me did you

The life of me and you

But I was only in your mind

Unique, a one of a kind.


But while you sail today

I will swim along and say

I’ll whisper I love you

We’ll share today; us two.


You’ll recognize my signs

You’ll remember you were mine

And today will hold no grief

As we sail among the reefs.


Written by,

Terry Shepherd





It Hurts So Bad



It Hurts So Bad

It hurts so bad

When you turned a way

My love is torn

My heart did crack

My soul reflects

Through tears of pain

I could never love another

There’s absolutely no way

I will remain here forever

Holding tight to what

Was once a dream

I say a silent prayer

You find what you

Are looking for

And when you see clear

You make your way

Back into my arms

For I will always love you.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


I Think of You

I Think of You


When I am all alone

And the world is speeding by

I think of you

Wondering where you are


I dream about your face

I can smell your scent

I think of you

Wondering where you are


I smile as I see

You walking by my side

I think of you

Wondering where you are


Whisk me away my love

Fly me to the moon

I think of you

Wondering where you are


When I am awake

I see dark in front of me

I think of you

Wondering where you are


I know you are not real

But I can sense you are near

I think of you

Wondering where you are

Written by,

Terry Shepherd