Earlier this month, my daughter and I squeezed in a mother-daughter chat, which can sometimes be quite difficult with her busy schedule of raising seven children. We have always tried to call at least once a week with extra calls here and there, and with messages and photos sent on Facebook to help bridge the miles between us. Although she moved home to Colorado, we still have over 200 miles that separate us. Continue reading “Santa’s Blunder”
Today’s writing prompt – Gremlins – Daily Post from WordPress
noun: gremlin; plural noun: gremlins
- an imaginary mischievous sprite regarded as responsible for an unexplained problem or fault.
As I considered my blessings, my family always comes to my mind, especially when I think about my daughter, Leslie. My girl has forever maintained an amazing spirit and such a loving heart. She has always tried to help those around her, and she sometimes has taken on too much extra work because she often forgets that “no” is part of her vocabulary. Continue reading “My Daughter, My Blessing”
“I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch….
When I was a little girl, my room was off the kitchen, so I often heard my mom bustling around the kitchen in the early hours before she would wake us up for school. While she was making the morning coffee and preparing for the day, she would often sing her favorite childhood songs. Her humming and her singing were such a great start to my day. It was like burrowing under a favorite comforter while knowing some time remained to enjoy its soothing warmth. It was comforting and cozy. Continue reading “Singing with Mama”
Recently, a fellow blogger and an ever-encouraging supporter, Luanne Castle wrote a lovely book of poems about her family. From the start, Kin Types captured my imagination with the thought provoking title and the intriguing cover. It began with sage advice from familial ancestors who have lived a life of hard work and a heartfelt existence that helped those in need. Continue reading “Kin Types by Luanne Castle”
I hope I shall possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an honest man.— George Washington
Laughter behind closed doors sent shivers, and when explored, opened doors would not always close, no matter how hard we pushed on them.
While living on the small island nestled in the San Francisco Bay, I often overheard bizarre tales of supernatural events that took place in some of the Victorian homes around Alameda. As a skeptical teenager, I would listen politely but believed such events only transpired in the overactive imagination of the “storyteller,” that is until strange things began happening in my own home. Continue reading “The Ghost on Lincoln Avenue”
In the cold of winter, a darkness spread through the town of Salem, Massachusetts. The people of this village were haunted by the fears of the unknown. Whispered worries about a force of evil from the realms of hell created a mass hysteria that flowed through the town and caused panic, dissenion, and even murder, for a civilized people truly believed that witches walked among them, and they believed these spirits came to cause them harm. Continue reading “The Haunting of Salem”
Off came the clothes, and over the fence they would fly!
Today, David, my younger brother, who left this world last summer, has weighed heavily on my mind. I miss him so much. Today, at school, two of my kiddos wanted to spend lunch with me, and the three of us started sharing fun loving stories about younger siblings. One of my students started laughing about a sister who would not keep her clothes on when she was a little tyke, and I immediately began to laugh and think about my own little streaker when he was just a boy. Continue reading “Our Little Terror”