I am distracted by clutter but I can’t seem to part with enough at one time to keep my spaces otherwise. There are sentimental attachments here and unfinished projects there. I mean to come right back to this but four other things impede my progress. It is truly as I recall hearing Dr. James Dobson …
Comfortably Drifting
In my younger days, from childhood through parenthood, I could stay awake into the wee hours engrossed in a good book. Once I read until dawn, finishing a new installment in a series. As I watched the sun peeking over the horizon, I wondered where the time had gone. Now I tend to fall asleep …
Before He Finished Speaking
I think it’s a largely female trait, with a few notable exceptions, to talk at the same time and often over the ends of each other’s sentences. In our family, when we have not seen each other for some time or when celebrating a milestone- just all the time really- the volume and speed of …
Repurposing Rejection
One of my favorite local restaurants is closing soon so I gave myself permission to enjoy it more than once this week. I shared a meal with my daughter and granddaughter on Wednesday while the news media was on site gathering the community’s response to the closing announcement. I invited them to join me again …
Shake Off The Dust
My least favorite job of the week falls on bath day for the Great Danes. No, I’m not responsible for the actual bathing. They outgrew me long ago. My husband has managed that task since our son married. My job is to wash their bedding. I hold my breath as I stand on the edge …
Meet The Author
Books are my favorite, the actual print and paper ones that smell new or like the shop where they were purchased. I’ve resigned myself to ebooks recently, however, in large part because I can read them on my phone whenever I have a minute without remembering to bring along reading material. I don’t love it, …
Gossiping the Gospel
Stories are easy to tell when you’re passionate about your subject. My grandchildren, for instance, bring me so much joy and laughter and they teach me much about myself and the world. I work harder at not telling just one more tale! I try to relate the highlights of our together days to Amelia’s mom …
Clinging To Rags
My granddaughter and I play a game called find the paci. I’ve learned not to wait until bedtime or naptime to make the search. Each time she wakes, before I even lift her out of the crib, I make a big deal of searching for her pacifier. She has usually tossed it aside during her …
No Family History
Three photos exist capturing five generations of my family. The first was taken when I was an infant and includes my mother, her mother, grandmother and great grandmother. The second was taken only two years ago when my grandmother met my first grandson, and the third last year when she met my first granddaughter. My …
Uncomfortable Silence
Days between the grandchildren’s visits last longer than other days, I’m sure of it. The hours pass slowly and the silence is much more distracting than their chatter. I remember the early days of parenting when my husband would come home from work and make his way around to asking how I stood the constant …
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