Using the Gutenberg Editor — Colleen Chesebro ~ The Faery Whisperer

If you are struggling with the new editor, (like I am) Gutenberg, please read Colleen’s post here.  It may help. 

PLEASE NOTE: I FOUND AN ARTICLE THAT IS A GREAT REFERENCE ON EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE EDITOR: This article answered many of my questions. ~Colleen~ “Gutenberg” is the name of the new editor experience onWordPress. Their goal was to create a new post and page editing experience that makes it easy for anyone […]

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Tiny Tearjerker

Please enjoy Donna’s post.  This short video will pull at your heart strings! ❤


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Multi-Purpose Tool

A favorite.  Sturdy, with a heavy handle. 

Since the purchase of my house, I’ve amassed more tools than I ever thought I would want or need.  I’ve got a good cordless drill, a decent set of drill bits, a socket set, screwdrivers of all sizes, pliers, hammers, channel locks, needle nose pliers, etc, etc.  The list goes on… and on.  

BUT when faced with a situation where the toolbox is not conveniently close at hand, the first thing I reach for is a table knife.  

This is the perfect Multi-Use Tool.  

I thought about this fact just this morning while using a knife to pry open a cardboard box.  The knife worked great and my fingernails are all still intact.  🙂

Think about it.  The table knife can be used in SO many instances!  

I’ve used the knife for a digging implement.  I’ve used one as a pry bar to pry open a door.  A heavy handled one is great for hammering a small nail into the wall or spreading spackle to cover up a nail hole.  The knife can often be used as a screwdriver.  

This little miracle invention can scrape, cut, dig, pry, spread, screw, and even help feed you dinner!  What a marvel!  

*Do you have an unconventional tool that you use?  

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

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Bitter Winter

An anemic




bitter winds

Faces sting
with winter's

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*I’ve tweaked this a bit and think I like this version better.  I need to remember not to rush it.  🙂

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A Woman is Like a Tea Bag

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#PoetryReadathon – Meet poetry blogger Penny Wilson

My dear Friend, Robbie over at Robbie’s Inspirations is doing this amazing Poetry Readathon and I was asked to interview and be part of it.  I am so honored!  Please see Robbie’s questions and my answers below.  Thank you again, Robbie!  ❤

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Poetry readathonPenny Wilson

First of all, I would like to thank Robbie for allowing me to join in on her #Poetryreadathon! I am honored and delighted to participate! Below are Robbie’s questions and my answers for them.

Michael and I are delighted to have you over for a visit today, Penny. You write beautiful and inspiring poetry.

Penny’s poem

Picking Up the Pieces—


gather pieces


As the edges

tend to wound

The sight of blood

no longer offends

the celestial beings

Just another



the Pieces of

broken hearts

only the Divine

have mastered

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

Thank you, Penny, for sharing this beautiful piece of your soul.

Tell us a bit about yourself

I’m a single working woman living in the Dallas/Fort Worth, Texas Metroplex. I live with my best friend; my Chihuahua, Rocket. I’ve lived all over the U.S., but will most likely retire in Texas…

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Broken Appointment

The bitch.

I sat there
in my usual spot.

Fingers poised;

it just flows.

It begins as a trickle
with me
peck, peck, pecking my way
onto the page.

Then she takes hold
and the scenes
unfolding behind my eyelids,
find their way
to the page.


It really does
feel like that.

She has hold of me.

My fingers glide,
forming the images
in my mind’s eye.

The world around me;

The page and me.

That is all
there is.

But not today.

My Muse
broke our appointment;

Fickle bitch.

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