And so it goes day after dreadful day
She finds them, as their time has come
To help them cross over and on their way.
There’s never alot of discussion
Afterall, there isn’t much left to say
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Riding Naked: Celebrating 50 Years of Adventure and Loss
I fully intend to live the rest of my life creating memories worth sharing long after I’m gone. I want my granddaughter to one day hold a picture of me up to her friends and say, “You know, my Oma did the wildest, craziest things!”
A Chair For My Mother; Validation For My Heart
even though we did not have alot of money, that little cottage in the alleyway saw lots of growth, lots of laughs and more love than imaginable.
AMAZING GRACE AND A LIL PETER PAN IN ALL OF US
Oh Reading Rainbow, if you didn’t do anything else; you gave a little poor girl in the Mississippi Delta hope and the courage to be a little different from everyone else. I grew up on mostly dirt road (there are some sections that are paved) with the nearest neighbor my age about 1/2 mile away.Continue reading “AMAZING GRACE AND A LIL PETER PAN IN ALL OF US”
Looking Back At The Giving Tree
The instant I mention any childhood books to my children, they immediately go to “The Giving Tree” by Shel Silverstein. I read to my children regularly and they always got a new book in their Christmas stash; but for some reason, this book stands out for both of them. So, of course it had toContinue reading “Looking Back At The Giving Tree”
A Grandmother’s Secret
“Some people are just the dirt in the bottom of a flower vase. Don’t make the mistake of giving them too much space; you gotta save room for the flowers that will take root in that dirt, grow with every curve and angle of your vase and blossom into full bloom for you over the top.”
John Frank’s Story
“The score, ladies and gentlemen, is tied at the bottom of the ninth. We have two outs. It all comes down to our local hero, John Frank McKenzie. Can he get us a home run and save the championship title? The answer remains to be seen.” “Good morning, sugar pie!” John Frank’s mom wrapped herContinue reading “John Frank’s Story”
Lessons Learned From The Rainbow 