by Teresa Shields Parker | Dec 21, 2022 | Fiction, Health, Inspiration, overcomers, Poems and fiction, Purpose
“I just want to be me,” she said to no one and everyone. She was tired of doing the same thing every single day and no one noticed. She had a family, but her husband was on the road and her kids were grown. One was working in a different state, and one was in college... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | May 10, 2021 | Blog, Inspiration, Poems and fiction, Poetry, Purpose, True Stories
Pain has a color. It can be black and blue, purple or green, In varying shades of agony. Or red screaming with anguish, Crying tears that wash away the vividness of despair In an attempt to make it disappear Or pretend that it never was and will never be again. We... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | May 22, 2020 | Blog, Health, Poems and fiction, Uncategorized
When she was really, really, really, really fat She ceased to be free. She stopped trying. She stopped living. She simply existed. Her wings were broken, torn asunder By her own deceptively sweet, yet destructive habits. She sat alone nursing her tattered and... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Jul 27, 2019 | Blog, Inspiration, Poems and fiction, Purpose, Uncategorized
Curls spilled over her face in various shades of purple. A tiny drawstring was the only thing that held baggy khaki shorts on her body. The loose, white top with open back helped to declare the colorful words tattooed on every available inch of her body that could be... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Nov 20, 2018 | Blog, Fiction, Poems and fiction
The brisk breeze necessitated lying closer together, at least that’s what he told himself. It seemed the dark violet sky wanted to swallow them surrounding each completely. In contrast, the three moons of Trikala glowed various neon colors first light purple... 
by Teresa Shields Parker | Oct 31, 2018 | Blog, Devotional, Inspiration, Poems and fiction, Purpose, Uncategorized
There’s so much noise in the world. Too many words telling me how to think. Soon my mind is no longer mine And I am buried in others’ words. I begin to spit out what I hear Without asking what He thinks, The One who is Wisdom Himself. Is there a way to...