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What is it about a whisper?

Whispers always involve secrets. We use them to keep our dialogue from being heard and quite often, this is because we are revealing something to one or more individuals without desiring to share it further.

I have never learned how to whisper in the proper manner. As a young student, I was consistently assigned numerous sentences of “I will not talk in class”. I have to work to choose the right time and my voice must stay low. I tend to live out loud and speak my thoughts.  Neither of these are bad qualities. Unfortunately, they do not blend well in every situation. The need for whispering is one example.

Hear the whispers!


And really – Who really likes whispers, anyway? When others whisper around me, I fight the natural urge to strain my ears and hear what is being said. What about you? When people whisper behind your back or glance and gesture in your direction, are you not even a little suspicious that the whispers are about you?  The idea bothers me less as I age, but as a school kid, whispers were nearly as bad as confrontations.

Whispers have their purpose, but I would rather leave the whispering to the trees.

Response to the Daily Post’s prompt – Whisper

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So Far Away From Home

Jan 7 prompt: Helpless Helplessness: that dull, sick feeling of not being the one at the reins. When did you last feel like that –- and what did you do about it?

My youngest daughter is in Guatemala. She went down there for an internship and while she was there, she finished up her classes and graduated from the university with degrees in Sociology and Spanish. During that time, she met a handsome young man and they were married one year later.

She has been living down there for nearly 3 years now. They have been working through the immigration process so they can move back home together. The problem is that every time they turn around, they find out there are more papers to file and more money to pay out. They simply do not have the money to pay for it all.

Jeff and Ivy in Guatemala



 Money from donations they have received has gone into the process, but it still is not enough for them to get through it. While her father and I have been sending as much as we can, it is not much. Thankfully, it does  help them live. A few family members and friends have looked into sponsoring him, but the income amount needed to sponsor is high and the culpability for any need they have once they get here keeps them from either qualifying or feeling secure enough to follow through with filing.

He has many skills and she has completed a double major toward a career that should keep them financially secure when they arrive. It is his lack of sponsorship that  is the major reason for their slow progress.

Although he works and she has worked, they barely scrape by with just the cost of living. They are both feeling hopeless and she is sinking into depression. She not only misses her family, she has been stripped of the comforts of home.

Our family has always struggled to get by, but she is still used to having enough food, warm water, refrigeration, and the ability to walk down the street without having to worry about being harassed, attacked, or even killed. So far, she has been harassed on at least three different occasions, with one of them being at the place she used to work.

The laws are different in Guatemala and sexual harassment claims are hard to file and prove. Besides, the laws do not cover someone who is living there temporarily under a work visa.

She called a few weeks ago and she cried for several minutes before she was able to talk to me. I was feeling helpless before, but that phone call keeps running through my heart and mind. She is drifting into grief and hopelessness and this mama can’t do anything but tell her how much she loves her and listen when she wants to talk.

We want her home where she will be more secure and happy — where we feel secure that she is safe and healthy.


I am not at the reins and there is nothing I can do about it. When it comes to a child, no matter how old they are, that is the worst feeling in the world.

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I’m Not Going to Share That

Jan. 6th – 6th Prompt:What is the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.

file0001203965I can’t talk about this one. It hurts too much, and I’m not ready to disclose that part of my life. I can say that I have missed and still miss several people who are important to me. Enough.