Madison Sanders Writes

Mama and I were on our way to pick out a Halloween costume for her character at church. I skipped through the aisles looking at the costumes. There were scary goblins and witches for those who wanted a little fright in their Halloween plans. Then, you had Dorothy from Wizard of Oz or Cleopatra. The possibilities were endless at this store! When I turned around, Mama had put on a colorful wig. It was hilarious! But, I have to admit I was a little embarrassed at first. :) Then, she put on a mask and burst into a song that she just made up on the spot. We had our own fun right there in the store. I loved that my mom didn't care what anyone thought about her dancing around and having fun with me in the store. Before we knew it, we had been in there for over an hour trying on funny glasses, hats, and the like. I spotted a feather boa and just had to try it on. I guess the creative juices of Halloween had finally found their way to me. I looked pretty awesome with my pink boa and capris

Little baby chicks are so cute and small. But when I had the opportunity to reach in and touch one, I instinctively said, "I don't want it to bite me!" Isn't that what we usually do with people? We don't want others to hurt us, so we hold back. If we are brave enough to start building a relationship, we flinch and pull away as soon as others try to help us. Admit it; you've had someone give you constructive criticism and you've flinched. You instinctively pulled away from that person the minute you thought you might get "bitten." Sometimes we pull away from the very people we need in our lives the most. Pulling away from them isn't going to change our situation. It will only distance us further from our lifeline. If you were drowning , would you swim away from the rope? No! You would swim furiously until you latched on. Hopefully we will all realize the importance of having someone in our lives that loves us enough to tell us the truth

I was scheduled to go for a nerve block in Augusta on October 15th in the hopes that the doctor would be able to pinpoint the source of my pain. When I went to sleep that night, something was different. My heart rate was slower and I actually got a good night's sleep for once. I was trusting God to guide the doctor's hands as he would be the one injecting the medicine into my back. An unmistakable peace was with me as I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, I didn't have ANY pain! The miraculous thing was I wasn't in any pain on the way to my doctor's appointment either. They ended up not even doing the nerve block because I wasn't in any pain. That type of nerve block is only helpful if you're in pain when they are doing it because that's the only way to tell if it was working. I was a little upset that Mama had to take off work to come with me and they didn't do it. But, those thoughts quickly vanished when I realized this

(I had forgotten about writing this awhile back, but it's worth posting.) Your 12 year old cousin sits quietly, laptop in hand, reading your blog. Sometimes I question whether or not I really produce interesting work. Mama cast a knowing glance at me and said, "You've done good when you can keep an 11 (now 12) year old's attention for several hours." I guess she's right. After writing for such a long time, you learn that no paper will ever be perfect. No story will be complete, but you begin to be okay with it. Sure, I revise, revise, and revise again to make sure that I've fully developed my ideas, but my mama has taught me that you can only do so much. An English professor of mine once said something that I still remember, "There's no such thing as great writing only great rewriting." How true that is. When he first said that, I was a freshman navigating the waters known as English 101. I woke up on the first day of school a little nervous

I've been waiting to announce something. I am now one of the five feature writers for Adori Graphics! I'll be writing articles on all things related to blogging, which is so me. As you all know, I love to write so this just allows me combine my love of writing with helping others. That's what communication is all about, so the things I've learned in class will definitely be put to good use. Here's a little snippet of my first article which is about writing for an audience: Writing for readers versus in your private journal are two very different things. I'm going to give you some tips to keep in mind... Join me today at Adori Graphics for the rest of the article!

I'm not feeling good today, so the weekly Memories Rewind post will have to wait. I just need to rest, so I'm not going to fight it. In the meantime, why don't you all link up your Memories Rewind posts? It could be a childhood memory or something your children have done. The sky is the limit as far as topics go. I've always wanted to branch out with Memories Rewind, so hopefully many of you will join in! I asked about interest in this before, but I choose to believe some of you were too shy to comment. :) Please link back to this post somewhere in your Memories Rewind post, so others can be a part of the fun, too! If I have a good response, I may may this a weekly link party in addition to my own Memories Rewind post. No story or memory is dumb. Just link the URL of your Memories Rewind post here , not the URL of your blog. Example: http://dropletsonajournal.blogspot.com/2010/09/memories-rewind-laughing-in-night.html It will be open until Friday, October 22. I can&#

As a young girl, I loved shoes. But, there was one problem. None of the cute shoes would fit with my AFO's. My mom and I would spend hours in Wal-Mart hoping that one pair might work. I spotted a cute pair that I just had to try on. Mama would bend down with the shoe horn in hand. It was a war. Heragainst the shoe. She pulled and tugged, but it just wouldn't go over my braces. I let out a sigh of disappointment as we moved on. Sometimes I would suggest a pair to Mama even though I knew they wouldn't work. I thought if I wished hard enough they would magically fit. I knew Wal-Mart shoes didn't have any support in them, but they had all of the cute styles. Usually, we would order dressy shoes from a speciality shoe store, but it was different for everyday shoes. Mama would have to buy them a size up from my normal size so the shoes would go over my AFO's. Tears would sting my eyes as I was reminded once again that I wasn't like everyone else. (These didn'

This is a journal entry that was published in my middle school literary magazine. Please ignore any errors. I was a sixth grader when I wrote this. :) Dear Journal, 1/29/02 I enjoy looking at my grandmother's flower garden when I go to visit her. When people look at her flower garden they just see beautiful flowers surrounding them. I see that, too, just much more than that. When I gaze out into her flower garden, I see all all the different colors and textures of each flower. She may have a whole bunch of the same kind of flowers in a group; each one is unique in its own way, just like people. Some of them have red on them with tints of white on the edges to draw the attention of the person or thing looking at it. In my mind, I see each flower trying to outdo the other. They are very beautiful, my favorite one is the one I just described called, Double Delight. Others are bright pink with long sturdy

I've had several anonymous comments over the past week about a certain subject, so I thought I would answer it here. They will say something like, "I want to thank the staff here at dropletsonajournal.blogspot.com/ for their work." My personal favorite was, "Can I get a staff member to answer my question?" So, for all who are curious, this site isn't run by a staff. It is run by me and me only. I got a good laugh out of those comments, though. I guess people think that several people contribute to this site, but it's just me. I plan to have some guests posts occasionally, but what you read here is my life...my stories. Someone thought I completely made up the Memories Rewind posts, and when I responded that these were things that happened to me or someone in my family as I was growing up, they were surprised. Needless to say, I had a great childhood for the most part. :) I do all of those from memory, except for My Favorite Place , which was taken out of