The doors opened, we got in, and turned around. Suddenly we heard a very loud and authoritative, “Hold that elevator!” As the doors hung open, a white-haired, wheel-chaired, older gentleman scooted towards us astonishingly quickly and efficiently with his feet. Zip! and he was in the elevator. It had been a late-night visit with my mother at her assisted-living community. Mom had a broken hip, and we were checking in on the newly hired…
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Christmas Eve – It had been a crazy week with Mom falling and breaking her hip. The recovery was rough on us but much rougher on mom with the excruciating pain. The family had been keeping a 24/7 bedside watch on her since the fall and now moving into the Christmas Weekend. I thought I was doing fine until this Facebook Messenger exchange with my nephew. Thankful I realized soon enough my error but really…
Leave a CommentToday is National Cookie Day so in honor I am sharing the most requested cookie recipe that I have made. I know these are pretty mistake free too because now my daughters do the fabulous job of making them! These are fantastic anytime but at Christmas there are plenty of reasons to bring them along. Cranberry Oatmeal White Chocolate Cookies from Southern Living yield: 4 doz. ( I double this all the time but I…
1 CommentYes, It is here. Finally after years of not sending Christmas Cards, I am going to be bold enough to think I can write a weekly blog. Ha! Take that proven track record. I am not going to be bound by the past! Fifty seven years and nine children later is worth something right? Let’s see what we can learn together.
Leave a CommentPush through the ugly… Wow how could four little words resonate so instantly with me? This I know from 56 years of living, 28 years of marriage, 11 siblings, 9 kids, 2 cancers and beyond – any worthy fruit worth having is going to take lots of toil. The more valuable the fruit the more effort and expense of energy and emotion. NEWS FLASH: We KNOW this already. So why do we faint when it…
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A poem composed for Bruegel’s Landscape with the Fall of Icarus Blind to Death by Andrew Gunther The ploughman bends to his work, quiet and alone high above the shining sea, close to the view, close to the loam. The fisherman bends to his work, waiting for a catch, while a ship with starched white sails a brisk breeze waits to snatch. The ploughman, fisher, starched-sail ship, bend away the eye from a feathered son,…
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