If It Could Only Be Bottled for Friday Fictioneers – NEWPOST!

Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for  very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hostessing each week. 

Genre: Romantic Fiction

Word Count: 100

100 +- writers, 100+- words, 100+- original stories. Join us! The next photo is the PHOTO PROMPT. Where does it take you? Can you tell us in a hundred words or less with a beginning, middle and end? Ready, set, write!


Everyday the same routine. Arise. Look to the sea.


Would today be the day?

Memories of her tinkling laugh.

Her bright eyes.

Brilliant smile.

The little love notes she would ‘hide’, which were so easily found.

Could that have been her purpose?

Every day together a gift.

The ease of their conversation. Her confidence had given him confidence.

Too late he discovered their loss.

He awoke one morning. She had gone.

Taken by The Chariot of Time.

Finding little comfort in the whispers of tender passersby,

“A love like that, if it could only be bottled.”

Vainly, he waits.


“But even though she was attractive, there was something else about her that caught his eye. She was intelligent, he could sense that right away, and confident, too, as if she were able to move through life on her own terms. To him, these were the things that really mattered. Without them, beauty was nothing.”
Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

Go check out some amazing  stories on the same photo prompt. Here they are. Or click on the Smiling Froggy Link above.

You’ll be happy you did. And so will we!

If you’d like, click on the ‘related’ pieces highlighted at the bottom of the this post. There you’ll find some other FridayFictiooneer stories as well. Happy Reading-Happy Writing. Until we meet again,

Shandra White Harris

Photo Copyright Erin Leary

The Fence Line Friday Fictioneers

One ever changing photo prompt, 100 +/- words, 100+/- writers, 100+/- different stories. That would be  FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.

Word Count: 98

Genre: Historical

Thanks to our weekly Hostess, Rochelle, for providing feedback and inspiration. 

Photo Copyright Erin Leary

Photo Copyright Erin Leary

Fog as humid and thick as molasses, still somehow light and airy. Unlike any they’d ever seen.

Memories of playing in lush Kentucky Blue along The Fence Line, boys, Brothers, Friends.

Autumn leaves dancing before going lightly aground.

They’d played here, loved here, lived here.

Now they died here.

In the still silence, thick with expectancy . Hushed.

Amidst the lush Kentucky Blue, Brother against Brother, Father against Son.

Facing off at The Fence Line.

1861. The spent cannons smoked. Bodies piled high. Union Blue. Confederate  Gray.

Memories of playing in lush Kentucky Blue,  along The Fence Line, boys, Brothers, Friends.



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There But for The Grace of God

Spending a lot of time lately in my Home Town has been a mixed bag. Spending a lot of time lately in my Child Hood home has been even more so.

This morning, a beautiful blustery on again off again mixed media of  wind, rainbows, sunshine & bright swirling early November leaves.


Walking on. Memories.

Past the Fine Arts building . Memories. The Golden Lab Greeter. On an evening run off leash  she sensed ‘miles away’ a gathering of well dressed after hours attendees . That. moment. Choosing To Greet. running in their midst. Muddy paws, jumping on black suits & silk gowns. Oh. The shame of it.  Sweaty & flushing as I entered their now slightly disheveled mostly still glamorous midst  to retrieve my smiling-sohappytomakeyouracquaintance- dancing rain-soaked, muddy Blonde Lab. Retriever.

Walking on. Memories.

“Welcome to Western ” the sign in brightly hand-printed tiles. Roses in bloom. Fragrant. Sweet. The back door of the building where for many hours over many months we studied for our Teacher Tests. Life long dreams…resting on a few hours exams. Thank you Math tutors who never gave up…but might have finally given in ;) .


Walking on. Memories.

The Apartments. You gals in this era may not understand. or. You might.

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My People

Whites, Scarboroughs, Goolsbys, Massengills, Harris. Family Crests. Family Trees.

Have you ever thought about it? One man, One woman marry. Creating a new branch.

More people, more families, more stories, more history.

Wayne and Levon (Goolsby) White 1958

Wayne, Levon, (20 day old) Shandra

Wayne, Levon, Shandra and Wayne Jr.

What we did on our summer vacation~ visit this magnificent country and our people. Learn from where we came. Hear the stories of joy, sadness, trials and triumphs. Visit the cemeteries where they rest, the homesteads where they created Lives. Look through oodles and caboodles of photo albums, visit kith and kin in homes, nursing homes, restaurants and churches. Ask about what ever happened to~ What have you hear about Cousin~ Share some tears, some joys, some journeys and Life with our people and their people.

What have I learned:

1. Life does not wait and there is no do over. This is it.  Create it. Change it. Make it.

~or settle and stay there.

2. People will not  know you  care  unless you show and tell.

3.  Family and relationship is indeed messy.

4. You can never go ‘home’ or go back. But with your eyes, ears and heart wide open you can learn from the past; pick up the keys and unlock the future.

I am choosing to create a new life. Take new risks, make new friends, keep some of the ‘old’ and let you all know I care. Taking with me some of who my people were and leaving lots of the rest.   I am choosing.  In other words…it might get messy living with my heart wide open..but I think I might be ready.

And 5. Never, Ever leave the wet fishing shoes in a hot car for 3 days.

Until next time~Shandra


The Social Scene and now in 2015 often linking here. A new summer full of reunions with new and old faces, adventure and reminiscing. Shandra

Washed White as Snow.


I have a practice, as do some of my friends, which is to read a different version of the Bible each year. It has so opened my understanding to read different translations. It has really stretched me to NOT find the note or reference I had written in the OLD one so now must actually t-h-i-n-k about where it is in the new one and what the meaning and application might be in this season.

It was due to this tradition I discovered this Bible.( I mentioned it in an earlier post The Living Bible Paraphrased).) I came across it this January. Budgeting for a  new Bible just wasn’t to be, but had just witnessed half the pages of my Old Comfy Bible fly down the driveway landing silently in the crisp snow. What to do? Search the shelves of my overstocked and overworked bookcases of course. I saw this as a great opportunity to use an old comfortable Bible without “cheating”. After all~ I had to.

I went straight to the Max Lucado Study Bible I so love. Columns of notes and references. Introductions to each chapter of whom, when and how it was written.  Ahhhh. As heavy as it is, I so love that Bible. Or perhaps the NIV Rainbow Study Bible with maps and references and cross references. Then… I saw the little green one. I have looked at this Bible for years. Five perhaps . It was in a box of stuff my mother wanted to get out of her house and now sat under the lamp on my night stand.

Hmmmm. Well then. I opened it….

The spine cracked~you know ~like one that has never been opened.

All this time.  The Truth. History. Answers. Family Tree. Family Crest.

From where we have come ~to where we are going.

Who knew?

The Road Map at my finger tips.

Aren’t you so thankful for Grandmothers who pray. Who do not give up. Who know the traps and trials the World holds even if they could never , in their wildest dreams, fathom the exact circumstances. Who want the joy and hope they have spread to their family, and from 1500 miles away the do the only thing they can. Send Bibles and pray.

Luckily, it was not too late to tell her how I have enjoyed reading God’s Word from this Bible. To thank them both for praying over the years (never fear! I have thanked them several times before this but REALLY understand after the recent years events) How I have come to understand, just as she prayed. Road Map in hand ~will travel Life’s highways and byways. No detours. No shortcuts. Here’s the Map. The original GPS.



now in 2015 sometimes linking here The Social Scene

oregon  & beyond

Really going now!

Bright and “early” on July 2 about 10:30 am we headed out. Spirits high, morale high, hopes high. We made it to Boise. Yes, Idaho. By design. I do not like to sit.

What we learned that day and over the next days are:

1. have a plan.

2. be flexible with your plan But Know Where You are Going.

3. have a really great navigator.

Andrew turned out to be the best co-pilot one could ask for. Using the internet/Google maps is wonderful. Couldn’t have made it through or around some of the storms without the National Weather Service site and Him. Having someone with a Road Map looking for the back roads, the short cuts or the long roads is the absolute best. Andrew had not been on this trip in 8 years but here he was a young  man now ,  suggesting we turn here stop here, see this, or skip that.. brilliant.


click here to see 98 more photos over 11 states:

We took the back roads. We saw  and smelled the onion fields, the miners, the wind turbines, the ‘imitation Mt Rushmores. We saw the tallest cross in the world~ok the tallest in Texas. We out ran major storms. (Bless you Mid Westerners.) We were caught in a few too. The EBS was NOT a test. When they say take cover NOW…they speak truth.

We took the Interstates and drove the 80 miles per hour(+/-) (yeehaaaw!) we saw the landscape.          

At every turn we prayed. When we got up. When we went to sleep. When the voices accused “what kind of mother drives INTO ” yet the Voice of PEACE said “Trust me” and on we drove. We missed the flashfloods, then missed the tornado.  We prayed and we trusted. When we stopped one night because of a storm we listened and heard the local news~and prayed for that city and the state. On the way home, it was discovered in Utah one tire was literally coming apart, we prayed. When there were family issues we prayed. And God answered. Every time. THE NAVIGATOR.

I wish I could say that everything was Leave It To Beaver happy and fun. I would love to share that going ‘home’ is easy and joyfilled and sugar and spice. But then we have never been anything like The Cleavers. I can say truthfully that I learned much more about myself, where I came from, how and why I got here and most importantly where I am going. Or perhaps even more importantly where I am not going.  I have peace.

 Grand Canyon

My son learned some of the same. We do not see all the events in the same way. Good! since he is the male, 17 year old son/grandson. I would be worried if he saw them as the female, 51 year old daughter/mother. We learned about Life, Travel, Perseverance, Standing and continuing to Trust in the Only One who Is Trustworthy. The Only One who remains the same.

the tallest cross in Texas

In Him i am strong. In Him i overcome. In Him there is Rest and Peace.

We really went.  11 states, 3,000 +/- miles, 26 days, 1 mom, 1 son and a Great Big God.

And there truly is no place like home.

girl Until next time, Shandra

Likely linking here: The Social Scene

The Grand Road Trip

 That was the subject in the message line. Simple. Light bulb…illumination.

Small paradigm creating a Major Shift.  Having recently found a bible apparently given to me in 1973 which it seemed had never been opened. ( I was just beginning 7th grade~Jr High a very pivotal time for me and perhaps you~middle school, preteen years, emotions, uncertainty all calling out for guidance)  Having begun reading this same Bible 7 months ago, relishing the  little notes from my Grandmother. Looking up the Scriptures she had chosen and written out for me. For Me.

The Grand Road Trip  had a map. I just didn’t know.

Isn’t that what we are ALL in search of?  How many times daily do we wonder “am I going the right way? should I turn around? how will I know?”

Thank goodness for Google and Mapquest and the icons and virtual scenes that point the way…calling out YOU ARE HERE!  Thank goodness for smart gadgets and WIFI and connectivity. I would, at times, be lost without them.

Thank goodness for those that have gone ahead. That can map the route. That have snapshots. Those who can share their wisdom, knowledge, hurts, joys, triumphs as trailblazers in the hopes that just one might be saved the hurts, sorrows, darkness that taking the wrong road could bring. Or the joys, honor, self-respect, Peace, sanity and Prosperity taking the high road, the right road will bring.

The Grand Road Trip requires a Grand Road Map.    Life.

People who have been there, done that and are willing to share.

The Grand Road Trip requires a Grand Road Map. Truth.   Life. Christ.  Life. The Word. Life. Who Knew?

Someone Knew.

Knowing Now..Sharing Now..Living Now…Shandra



The Secret Admirers Club- Lost In The Crowd for Friday FIctioneers

Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hostessing each week.

100 +- writers, 100+- words, 100+- original stories. Join us.

Here we go :

Genre: realistic Fiction-fantasy

Word Count: 105

FF PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering

PHOTO PROMPT © Dee Lovering

I once blamed myself.

I must have done something to garner such attention.

At least that’s what I was told, daily.

“You must have done something .” 

Countless. Uninvited. Men.

Anonymous, along with many not so. Each one confessing undying love.

Devotion. Continue reading


One Friday In Dijon for Friday Fictioneers

“Boy! Take this to Mademoiselle in Rue Jean Moulins.”

“Do you understand?” I nodded slightly, before he cuffed my filthy neck.

Safer they believe I was deaf & dumb. A few boxed ears as a dullard? Preferable to the guillotine if they ever suspected I was the tile makers son.

Up the street, handing the list of those to be executed  to my co-conspirator. On it, my father’s name.

In exchange for misleading love letters to pass on. Not only would the Family of Charles-Alexandre de Calonne not learn of the ruse until much too late, their willingness to cover an assumed further scandal would play well into our reform demands. Continue reading


You’re nothing like they claimed When Silence Is Enough

Though these fine folks had been family friends for more than 15 years, We’d never, but in passing. met.

They lived catty-corner from my Grandparents in the small (is it fair to say miniscule?) town in which my earthly father had grown up. The same one we returned to for 30+/- years each hot (v-e-r-y) hot summer. Indeed it is well-known their care, friendship & love is the main reason my pioneer spirit Grands were able to keep and live “independently” in their home of 50 years as age, and it’s ever faithful companion Father Time, marched relentlessly on.

I’d not been here since 2010. By choice. The tension. A cold shoulder, or two. The looks. Sometimes one must just say ‘no thanks.’ Enough said.

Back to here. People milling about . A petite silver-haired, purposeful woman came down the few  stairs.  We’d never really met until recently.  I’d heard about The Browns for years. EVERYONE knew TheBrowns. Said in a voice as if they were celebrities ;) which will give them such a chuckle as they read this. “Good people.” Enough said. Continue reading

What Kind of Tree Are You?


Perfectly said. Perfectly lived. It seems appropos that the 500th post for this ministry site is reblogged from  Unshakable Hope: please enjoy-

Originally posted on Unshakable Hope:

Some might be disappointed, but this is not one of those quizzes like I see posted on Facebook. (There actually is one of those quizzes with this same title, but I didn’t take it because I was afraid that the results would show that I was Charlie Brown’s Christmas Tree).
tree-onlyTen or twelve years ago, let’s just say eleven, Mary and I were shopping at Home Depot. After finishing our shopping in the store, we wandered out to the garden department to look for some small trees. It was November, and most of the plants were marked down because they were making room for Christmas trees.

Mary got hung up looking at wreathes and other boring items, so I cruised my wheelchair over to go look at trees. As it turned out, there were not many trees left, and I didn’t see anything I was interested in. Just when I was…

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Into Sonship Breaking The Orphan Spirit – Reflection leads to Freedom!

Long ago and far away I began what some of my peeps still call (over)analyzing (i call it reflecting, thank you very much).

Situations, people, events, whatever. Where ever you fall in this discussion I would challenge you to consider the Purpose of Reflection

*Learn from past mistakes HOW TO AVOID repeating them-you choose.

*See the bigger picture while incorporating new learning-lessons for progress and growth-you choose.

(you can learn more here)- When New Ushers Out Old 

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The Orphan Spirit or Spiritual Sonship ? P2 Freedom Weekend!

Believe it or not- the title and the previous post was done when (as only God could) I came across this article. It is so right on it’s here in it’s entirety for your ease: If you see yourself here- fear Not! Isaiah 41:10 – God WILL meet you where you are and He WILL see you through! Until next time, Shandra

~~~By Joseph Mattera

“Ever since Adam and Eve were alienated from God the Father in the Garden of Eden, an orphan spirit has permeated the earth, causing untold damage! (By “orphan,” I am referring to a sense of abandonment, loneliness, alienation and isolation). Almost immediately after the Fall in Eden, the fruit of this orphan spirit resulted in jealousy, culminating in Cain murdering his brother Abel.

The problems in society stem from an orphan spirit
To make matters worse, in contemporary society, with the breakup of the nuclear family, large amounts of people are not only alienated from God but are brought up without the loving care and security of their biological fathers.

I believe all of the emotional, physical and spiritual ills of society can be traced to humans feeling alienated from God and their biological fathers. Orphaned men have a hard time connecting to their spouses, their children, those in spiritual authority and their supervisors, and they have a hard time accepting and loving themselves. There are presently millions of incarcerated men who are acting out lives of violence and rebellion because their earthly fathers abandoned them.
There are churches filled with pastors and leaders who use people and destroy relationships because they are driven to succeed, and it’s due to their need for a father’s affirmation – which is a hole too large for person or accolade to fill.

People can only become sons of God through Christ
The orphan spirit is perhaps the greatest curse on the earth today. It will take spiritual parents with Christian maturity to break and reverse this curse to perpetuate a generational blessing. Only when a person is healed of fatherlessness through the love of God is the orphan spirit broken so they can begin the process of entering mature sonship.

Sonship is so important that all creation is crying out for the manifestation of the mature sons of God (Rom 8:19). The following eleven traits contrast the orphan spirit from the spirit of sonship: Continue reading