Tag Archives: life
HAPPIEST DAY
Bloganuary January 17: Describe the happiest day in your life. Earlier this evening I was watching TV with Sammy. A news item came on with this lovely girl hardly bigger than a mite shown sitting on the deck of a … Continue reading
THE LAST WINTER
Mother told us at Thanksgiving, ’93 that she was sick; at Christmas she said she had cancer. She died in the Spring ’94. This apparently is the last painting she worked on. Did she begin her last winter and find … Continue reading
IT’S A MADHOUSE HERE
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. His life, a madhouse. Three: Four siblings, … Continue reading
LIVING ON GIFTED TIME
There is a certain sense that most of us Christians have that God can call us home at any moment; however, we do not dwell on the thought. We move on and think about something else. If we have reports … Continue reading
EARL GOES FAR
From childhood Earl’s dad had told him he was going far, so Earl is on his way! At eight Earl wanted some roller skates. At eighteen Earl wanted to race a motorcycle. At twenty-eight Earl wanted to own a Harley … Continue reading
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
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