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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Category Archives: grandmother
Making use of the birthday jump rope. This is the first of your birthdays that you are taller than I. I remember when your legs got too long to put them in my face on my pillow. And I remember … Continue reading
I’m glad to find this. I need to read it to Kenlyn now that she is five. She is still my youngest great granddaughter. My dear one-year-old Kenlyn, In our family, you are the youngest, I am the oldest except … Continue reading
Okay, friends, there is not really a poster. Sometimes you believe me even when I write fiction so I want to clarify. Just some thoughts coming together with a compassion for run-a-ways and their families. I wrote something recently about … Continue reading
I saw on Face Book that a group of mothers signed a petition to ask one of their friends to dry up about the daily/hourly achievements of her infant daughter. Well, if you think mothers are bad, you should just … Continue reading
Jadalyn, when I “wake up the house” I think of you, when I was take my meds, I think of you, when I put things in the pantry, I think of you, and when I sit in the rocker in … Continue reading
He was known as Angry Andrew; Any mistake and his temper flew. People stepped aside, Until the day he died Without a friend to bid him adieu. ————– I picked up my five and seven year old great-granddaughters for a hundred … Continue reading