Tag Archives: life
WELCOME, WEE ONE
Great-great-grandmother – As the ebb and flow of life Brings me Oliver! _______________ Picture is my real great-great grandson. Adorable, huh? _______________ Written for Ronavan A weekly haiku challenge by Ronavan Writes
LONG TIME ON THIS TRAIN
Another train car to unpack. I’m now on my ninth. One for each decade. The first four, I packed my cars – education, family, houses, cars, friends and stuff – from cars and jars to singing tunes and measuring spoons. … Continue reading
THE DOLL IS NOT HUMAN
I was picking up things strewn aside after the grandchildren had left along with some shoes I had been wearing and putting them all on the walker to carry to the other room. I had picked up the doll first. … Continue reading
86? WHAT NOW?
Yesterday is gone – the end of 85. Not much to report except I’m still alive, The future is at hand, the beginning of 86. What will the year hold, with its treats and tricks? ************ The picture shows … Continue reading
WHAT PRICE – LIFE?
Lucinda shivered in anxious expectation as she came home again. She was thirteen years away from the 21-year-old who sat out to find life. She had loved and lost, lived in lack and luxury, and learned a lot, but had … Continue reading
LIFE, LOVE, LIGHT, LAUGHTER
Thankful for life, love, light, and laughter. Life: My granddaughter had her head on my chest, she smiled and said “I hear your heart.” Isn’t it nice that the heart just keeps doing its job, seldom drawing attention to itself. … Continue reading
REPORTING IN
Good Day to the Blogging World. I’m checking in to say I live, I move and I have my being in Christ Jesus….. I got carried away. 😀 I’m checking in to say, “Hello,” with a few newsy kinds of … Continue reading
THE MAKING OF “me”
(A copy and paste from four years ago – instead of eighty-one, I’m now eighty-five and Alayna is twenty-six.) The browning album crackled from the weight of the fading pictures as my grandchildren turned the page of the wonderland that … Continue reading
I FOUND LIFE
Why would one go to a cemetery where she knows no one? Ask me. That’s what I did. I am 350 miles from where most of my family members are buried. I wanted to honor those who might at least … Continue reading
OF HEAVEN, HELL, AND WALMART BAGS
I can’t read so I will write. Let me explain. I’ve been to the ophthalmologist and my eyes are still too diluted to read much. Since my eyes don’t work well, I will see what my brain and fingers can … Continue reading
