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.
pranabaxom on GRANNETH’S PET? oneta hayes on GRANNETH’S PET? Na'ama Yehuda on TEMPTATION pranabaxom on GRANNETH’S PET? oneta hayes on GRANNETH’S PET?
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A Freudian slip? A name from a former time. The name was not mine! How to deal with this? Didn’t take long to find out. I did it also! ***************** Ronovan’s haiku using words “slip” and “time” brought a long … Continue reading
How about that three cent stamp! This was the letter Sammy wrote my parents in 1953. Letterhead was Southwestern Bible College in Oklahoma City. Dated April 10, 1953: Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers, … Continue reading
“Let’s do it!” Sandy and Hank agreed. “An ice-skating honeymoon.” So the wedding was on Valentine’s Day – fifty years ago. They first met at a skating rink when Hank helped Sandy after a fall. She had twisted her ankle. … Continue reading
What a night! Three games and five Yahtzees for me! It turned out to be Yahtzee night because all five players won Yahtzees, but I was the only FIVE winner! That Hotzee there in the blue is ME = … Continue reading
Her scientist husband was at it again. It infuriated her, amused her, interested her, and drew her to him in spite of his oddities. She admired his inquisitive brain. This time he had somehow made a magnetic field in the … Continue reading
TO SAMMY- 66 YEARS OF HOME Home, fortunate to be my pleasant place; my hubby and I talk face to face. Home, all my belongings there I stash; got a lot of stuff, just not cash. Home, cars can park … Continue reading
Feeling chilly Fran put the teapot on and went back to her warm bed. Six years ago Jim bought the whistling teapot. They lay in bed many mornings fitting words to the rhythm of its whistle. Silly things, kiddie things. … Continue reading
Harry sat in his old recliner, remembering Mattie. That Mattie! She was something else all right! Funny about the night they stayed in the Palace Hotel. Cost them a pretty penny! Mattie couldn’t wait to get home. She said the … Continue reading
(Note: This is fictitious. My experience only via peers) Poets are often out of balance When extolling the beauty of silence. The quietness after the screaming child The stillness … Continue reading