18 Years of Parenting
She didn't come with a set of instructions. We just sort of muddled through, picking up the details we needed to know along the way, understanding that we would make mistakes and need forgiving. She...
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Sometimes I really miss the person who had time to devote to blogging all that was inside her head. Sometimes when I feel I have the time these days, I just sit and stare at the screen. Then I turn the...
View ArticleWith a Year's Worth of Stuff Bottled Up Inside My Head
So it is just over a year since I have attempted to blog here. Just over a year since I have given myself the power and freedom to just dump whatever it is, inside my head, out on the page. I thought I...
View ArticleAnother birthday near...
I was surprised today when I saw that my Facebook profile said I was 44 years old. I have been calling myself 45 since 2015 began. It's easier to remember when I roll my age forward with the year....
View ArticleIf it's all bad, maybe you should take a look in the mirror...
I just went to the website of a local store that I really like. I like them because the employees are all so attentive! They are friendly and helpful. They have gone out of the way for me several times...
View ArticleMeeting the Future
Me: doing a victory song and dance after installing a "self-healing" shield on my new camera (aka smart phone) "I've got military grade technology on my phone." Daughter Evie: "You realize you had...
View ArticleMiss Nancy Pants Simmons, The Dog Who Didn't Wear Pants
Nancy Spring 2007 - October 4, 2015 She chose us in the fall of 2007. We had been in Emporia just over a year and the hubby came back in the house just after leaving from work one morning. "There's a...
View ArticleSo for a few days in March I was feeling poetic...
Windy Day Today I take the usual walkfrom office to post office to bank,but when I close my eyes I am seven,feet upon dirt roads of my childhoodhome in western Kansas,arms...
View ArticlePhone Note Poetry: Installment 2
Spring Morning On this spring morning icy pellets swirl, the sharp edge of yesterday's wind intimidates, urges me to turn around, seek warmth, stay inside. I walk anyway, cold burns my skin, fists...
View Articlephone note haiku
pear blossom in springcan't escape winter's blanketsnuggles still beneath
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