To Dream: Dr. King wouldn’t be Happy

Race. 50 years..5 decades have dwindled away since a gunshot would take Dr. Martin L. King Jr from this life. And yet Race remains as hot of a word today as then.

It probably will sound odd..and maybe even cold when I say this… Im not sure I understood Race until I was in my 20s.

My dad was helping a local African-American church when I was born, so my baby dedication actually happened in that church. 

We moved into southern GA when I was only 8. I attended a school that was less than 15% Caucasian. 

The moment I realized the struggle of race was in 1999, standing in front of a MLK statue in Alabama. I watched as other caucasions would cross the street to avoid it. I stood there, crying, as I read Dr. King’s statue as a African-American man said to me, “why are you crying? Your kind killed him”.

I wept. I still remember that day. 

Dr. King would shake his head, surely,  in distain, to see his America still struggling to find peace.

50 yrs later, we are still divided. Weekly, social media feeds are filled with more incidents of shootings, of hate talk.

Dr. King, there are some things we have gotten right since that sad April day 50 yrs ago you left us. And there is still a long way to go. May there be peace. May there be more equality. May there be minds more open, and hearts with hands extended to help our fellow man..our fellow woman..our fellow American..our fellow human being. That, dear friend,  will be the true dream. 


I LOVE to Write Day: Why I love (& don’t Love) to Write

According to a source on the great world-wide-web, today (November 15th) is I love to write day.

Why I love to Write

Writing is as much a part of me as my freckles in summer, or my quirky dimpled grin.

I began to write poetry when I was 9, which was when I first began to understand that I have depression. Yes, at age 9 I understood that.

I moved into writing short stories and personal narratives at age 11. When I entered High School, I immediately joined the creative writers club and the school newspaper. I went to college study literature, with an emphasis in writing.

Why I love to write is not a hard question. I write because so oft, my verbal words will fail me. I write because I fear voicing my boldness, and showing my mischievously random creativity. I love to write because it gives me the ability to voice all of the dingy, weird, random things that bounce around in this head. I love to write because it gives me an avenue to share what I have survived.

Why I don’t Always LOVE to write

And yes, as much as I LOVE to write, I don’t love it as well. I don’t always feel like that my words or thoughts have the validity to be written down (even in type). I don’t love to write because it means a sense of vulnerability and opportunity for someone to possibly hurt me. I don’t love to write because I don’t always feel that my words are adequate or good enough. I play the comparison game too aggressively when it comes to my writing.

And the simplyspokn thing..

I had thought my time of blogging was another chapter of my history. Something that was my past, and not a part of my present.

Then Steve (of happened.

Steve and I met in June of this year, and have been dating since July. He held (and holds) no quams with telling me that I need to write more here, to share more here, to let others see so much of the writing that I haven’t even begun to share here.

And I thank GOD that it happened. I am thankful that he got me blogging again, even if it is just to share quirky things in my life. Writing is a part of me, and it is something he recognized from the get go.

So Thank You, Steve, for saving simplyspokn from obscurity/total deletion.




Navy Day: My Grandpa

In 1922, the observation of Navy Day began. Not to be confused with the anniversary of the Navy (which is October 13), Navy Day is a day of recognition for the United States Navy.

Rich in Navy History: My Family

My family tree is blessed with many a veteran in it, among several who served in the United States Navy.

  • Andrew, who served aboard the USS Mississippi, USS Carlisle and ISS Hopewell during WWII
  • William (Bill), who served 9 years
  • Lester, who served for 4 years
  • Lois, who served as a Naval Secretary

Keep in mind. All FOUR of these individuals are siblings to the next person

My Grandpa, Navy Man and Hardworker


My Grandfather enlisted into the  United States Navy around the age of 18. After serving in aboard three different Naval ships, he would work in the tiring demanding field of steel work for 38 years without taking one sick day.

I can with a big smile say that I still have my Grandpa. I have never met anyone else with his dedication to a job done well and correctly. He still tends a small garden, and walks about 3 to 5 miles a day- at age 85.

I would love to hear about some of the Navy Veterans in your family. 

Happy Pumpkin Day

According to various sources, today (October 26th) is National Pumpkin Day (The Nibble; National Day Calendar)

Decorating them

I didn’t grow up carving pumpkins. I honestly cannot remember actually ever buying a pumpkin until well after I moved away from home.

In 2012, I painted my very first pumpkin. Since then, I’ve done a wax drip design and in 2015 made my first carved pumpkin (I attempted to do Garfield. Not very good)


Lord being willing, I plan to try my hand at carving a Peanuts themed pumpkin this coming weekend (I promise to share pictures of that adventure.)

Eating them

I admit. I am not one of those people who go pumpkin spice crazy.

I have been a long time consumer of pumpkin seeds. I love them simply roasted with a bit of salt.

But pumpkin itself?

I’ve only found one store-bought pumpkin pie that I can tolerate.

Here are a few pumpkin-based recipes to try, if you are orange gourd obsessed:

Pumpkin Muffins

Roasted Pumpkin Soup

One Pot Cheesy Pumpkin Pasta

Pumpkin Pie Truffles

I haven’t tried any of these recipes (YET). I may try my hand at one or two of these over the weekend as well.

How will you celebrate National Pumpkin day? Decorate one? Eat one? 

Happy Sweetest Day

Sweetest Day?

Yes, it is a holiday.


Sweetest Day, observed on the third Saturday in October, is:

Sweetest Day is an original American holiday not based on any group’s religious tradition. It’s simply a reminder that a thoughtful word, deed or small gift enriches the life of the recipient as well as the person giving it.

Legend has it that Sweetest Day was established around 1922 by Herbert Birch Kingston, a Cleveland, Ohio, candy company employee who wanted to bring happiness to the lives of those who often were forgotten. Kingston and others distributed candy and small gifts to orphans, people confined to their homes and others to show them that someone cared. (Source: Hallmark)

My Sweetheart

sweetest day 2017

Steve, of courageouschristianfather, and I began to officially date on July 8th, 2017.

Together, we have have:

  • hiked to the tri-state overlook
  • been to Chained Rock
  • been to the Ijams Nature Center
  • been to the World’s Fair Sunsphere
  • been to Cumberland Falls
  • been to the Harrisburg Covered Bridge
  • been to NIBROC, The Sorghum Festival and Court Days
  • prayed together by phone nearly ever night

Happy Sweetest Day, Steve, to one of the sweetest Christ-following men I have had the honor to know. I love you.


How sweet are Your words to my taste!
Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!

(Psalms 119:103, NASB)

“Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.

(John 15:13)

Christ loves each of us, all of us, even on our grumpy-i-don’t-want-to-get-out-of-bed days, so much that HE gave His very life in our place just to give each of us an opportunity to delight in His Grace.

I won’t say that being a Christian has been easy. It has been everything but that. Time and time again, though, Christ has comforted me through tear-filled nights and blessed me well beyond what I can imagine.

Share some sweetness today. And be sure to thank and Worship the Sweetest of All- Christ Jesus.

Frankenstein Day, and us fragile Humans

Some of my readers may know by now that I studied American and British literature in College. Among the hundreds of books that I read then (and read growing up, being a perpetual book worm) was Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

Today, August 30th, is Frankenstein Day, as August 30th was Mary Shelley’s birthday (source: Shelley).

The Tale

In short, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein is a book about a young scientist who seeks to cover his grief in the creation of a creature. The creature ultimately proves to be his demise.

Many people confuse that the creation’s name is Frankenstein, when in fact Frankenstein is the name of the scientist that creates him. The creature himself is never given a name.

The Text

There are far too many beautiful and deep quotes from this story, but I thought that I might share this one

“What did this mean? Who was I? What was I? Whence did I come? What was my destination? These questions continually recurred, but I was unable to solve them.”

Are we not all at one time or in one way or the other asking that same question?

Who am I, and other such questions

I, like Frankenstein’s creature, have found myself asking ‘who am I?” Am I merely the fiery girl born on a Sunday? Am I the writer, the mother, the employee?

It is in sovereign Grace that I began to realize that who I am- is who I am in CHRIST JESUS.

  • HE knows my name (unlike Frankenstein’s creature, which had no name).
  • Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands; Your walls are continually before Me. – Isaiah 49:16, NASB

  • JESUS Loves us (yes, just like the children’s song. HE really does)


But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. -Romans 5:8, NASB

There are many other verses about our identity in CHRIST JESUS. Here are a few sources for you to delve over:

Have a Good Frankenstein day. Perhaps mull over a few of Shelley’s quotes, and reflect on the awesome awareness that you are uniquely made, and loved by The GREAT I AM.