I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Monthly Archives: December 2015
Ralph sighed and gazed at pebbles between his slippered feet. He was unusually lucid today. The sign says, “Mental health facility” but “It’s a madhouse here;” is what the residents say. The words sting. At three: Four siblings, five cousins in … Continue reading
My love for you, must go my dear; It’s diet time, this time of year. I’ll see you later, have no fear; I’ll hold you close and keep you near. I know for now, we have no cheer, But my … Continue reading
New Year’s headlines blast, I’m busy searching for truth Cloaked behind the masks. (prompt by https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2015/12/28/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-76-yearnew/
Mine is the generation whose women, mothers included, joined the work force. My sons will never connect the appetizing aroma of bread baking to their mother’s kitchen. If they remember that fragrance it will be because of Aunt Dorothy’s … Continue reading
“Hurry, Baby, we have to get out of here before the snow gets worse,” said Roger to Ashlyn as they went out the door. Sammy and I stood in the door watching them go. Ashlyn hurried along beside her “Haw-Hee.” … Continue reading
Stay with me friends. I have a good idea after my rant is over! In comments regarding my post “The Gifts Not Taken” it is evident that a lot of focus was on the un-thankful attitude of the receiver. I … Continue reading
Oklahoma? Few folks fantasize Of living there with those guys. But if you’re an Okie, what might you see? A bunny hopping into low trees Brown leaves lifted up by the breeze. Raindrops clinging under the rafters … Continue reading
Vibrant asked us to write about why we were given our user names. We were to write less than 50 words I did that on his blog, but decided to get a bit nostalgic and wrote “what might have been” … Continue reading