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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THE RUN-AWAY – SOMEBODY’S “PICK”
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
Posted in grandmother, homeless, human interest, Uncategorized, youth
Tagged family, homeless, love, run-aways, security, suffering, teens
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HEY, WAIT UP, I WANT TO TELL YOU ABOU……
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
Posted in grandmother, humor, Uncategorized
Tagged bragging, grandchildren, grandmothers, humor, jealousy
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LETTER TO JADALYN GRACE
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
Posted in family, generations, grandmother
Tagged eight years old, grandchildren, great grandchildres, growing up, letter to Jadalyn, making right choices, reading
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Angry Andrew
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
Posted in education, grandmother, poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged April Fools, generations, lies, limerick, untruth, vocabulary
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Lucky? Me?
Tender little hand on my shoulder awakening me from sleep. “Grandma, the baby wants you,” she said. Helpful little hands keeping sister from falling. Victorious little hands grasping air, doing a balancing act. Skillful little hands coloring in the lines. Careful … Continue reading