Many school districts have opted to eliminate cursive writing as a required subject. Not a necessity in a computer driven age with texts, tweets and essays written on google drive. My keyboard becomes my best friend as I see the perfect penmanship of youth slipping away. My handwritten drafts these days resemble the cacography of a doctor’s script. Wait a minute. Doctors don’t hand write scripts anymore.
Tag: #atozchallenge
Blandiloquent

Once in a while a blandiloquent comment shows up on social media with your name on it, one that maybe changes your perception of yourself. I asked for such a comment yesterday when I “liked” my pastor’s “One Like = One Compliment” post. The deal was she would say something wonderful about me. I feel honored and wordless by her response.
Flattery does get you nowhere somewhere.
Atychiphobia

I’m having a bout of atychiphobia. It will be humanly impossible to complete this A-Z challenge and write my memoir too. But wait, I’m not sure I can finish the memoir either. Maybe I’ll just sum it up here and be done with it. My hopeless chest is full of “Unfinished projects. It’s my life story” (in six words).
April Fool’s – look for another 67 words tomorrow.
