Tag Archives: Life

Hanging with My Dad

He hangs upon my office wall A reminder that he’s gone But also that he was once here Well, not here, in my office, of course He was long dead before this room, this building existed But here, in my … Continue reading

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My One Word 2019

To treasure something means “to regard or treat as precious; cherish.” Dictionary.com. Jesus said, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21 (NIV). I have decided that for 2019 my “One Word” to guide my thoughts, words, and actions is Treasured. A lot … Continue reading

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It Is Time for Walking

Today I’m sharing a poem by a dear friend and poet. She is more introspective and cautious than I am, less boisterous and loud. But dear nonetheless. I hope you enjoy her words. It Is Time for Walking by Kathleen … Continue reading

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The Real Light

It’s the darkness. And the cold. But mostly the darkness. I know we have passed the winter solstice and the days are getting longer, but sunrise at 7:51 a.m. and sunset at 4:36 p.m. still makes for a very short day and … Continue reading

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Once Upon a Time

Once upon a starry night A single star shown ever bright Outshone angels hovering a field Telling shepherds who rightly kneeled Of the birth of the Chosen One Born of Mary, God’s own Son Wise men followed that singular star … Continue reading

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My Mother Dear

I buried my mother in my journal in red ink with large angry letters that accused her of dying on purpose just to spite me I buried my mother in the Firehole River at Yellowstone among the towering green trees … Continue reading

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Grandpa’s Wisdom (or Folly)

Better an hour early than a minute late, . . . . Grandpa oft repeated. Which is fine, until . . . You arrive at the party and . . . . the host is in the shower . . … Continue reading

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