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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Tag Archives: lonliness
Mostly I go unnoticed, unseen. Waiting quietly, blended in the scene. There’s a lot of me left – though bended with age. People look as scanning a page. “Gorgeous roses,” I hear in the Spring “See the glistening water drops,” … 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
Do you wear a mask? Do your neighbors, friends, or family? Does the mask sometimes slip and you see a glimpse of the real person? Over the years from the cheap college apartments to nice middle class neighborhoods, I’ve found … Continue reading
I’ve been rummaging and remembering family treasures and times together. I don’t remember “moody” peers. Suicides were almost a never happen event. For the first thirty years, I only knew one person who committed suicide. No illegal drugs/but there was … Continue reading