“As quickly as they arrived, they were gone.
In this vicious assault just after dawn,
Our lost innocents, so wickedly killed,
Left us the voids that could never be filled.”
It seems as if Mother instinctively knew when the decorative Poinsettias would arrive at the local flower market. Off she’d go with me in tow in search of the perfect Poinsettias to adorn our home.
A toy train would be nice, to show me you care, but it will get old, and collect dust somewhere. Love never dies, and never grows old. With memories made there are stories to be told.
So, whether you’re married to a novelist, have an aspiring writer pal, or just love writing “stuff”, this list of gifts for writers should supply you with the perfect choices this holiday season.
Fourteen-year-old Violeta Valentine lives with her older brother, Tommy, and their widowed mother in Arizona. Violeta’s mother isolates Violeta and targets her with abuse and neglect. Tommy tries to protect her as much as he can. This tense situation explodes one day when their mother puts both children’s lives in danger.
**Contains Triggers: death, mourning** There was no sense of winter, and certainly no sense of Advent. Summer or winter – she didn’t really care. She had nothing to look forward to in either season.
A playful look at what happened after the nativity, imagining the three kings’ untold adventures, shepherds, and the baby enjoying gold, frankincense, and even black licorice.
Would this documentary be a respectful tribute to Viv, or would it be a hastily cobbled-together piece that served only to sensationalize the lurid aspects of their life?