On Jar Lids, Doorknobs, and Buttons

What do these daily life tools have in common? They require fine motor skills that may be difficult. Other daily life activities are called ADLs. If we can't use these simple little items with ease, they grow into a huge wrench of despair and frustration, when we have arthritis or other difficulties. Jar lid—we just tap... Continue Reading →

Reflect or Regret? Part 3

As a silver-haired person, I retain the privileges of Reflection or Regrets. I've earned this right through years of trials, temptations, and choices. My journal excerpt—Reflect on hope.  Singleness—After a few decades of marriage, and destruction of the relationship, it ended in divorce. We were relieved and heartbroken. New life began for me when I... Continue Reading →

Reflect or Regret? Part 2

As a silver-haired person, and I retain the privileges of Reflection or Regrets. I've earned this right through years of trials, temptations, and choices. Today's journal excerpt —Regrets. First marriage-Was very difficult, my kids were hurt from it. I wanted so much better for them...that's all I have to say about that. College-My parents and... Continue Reading →

Walker and Reacher

God bless William, Elmer, and Alfred—inventors of the *walker for mobility.  I'm thankful for the one I used for about six months, and for my eighty-eight-year-old mom having freedom with hers. I think... Mom literally walked her first walker's wheels into shreds, down to the metal. I wished I'd taken a photo. It lasted for... Continue Reading →

Concrete Gutter

Walking outdoors is Mom's main love. (Yes, I know, I encouraged the treadmill idea. She detests treadmills.) Her trash collecting mission branched from her love for green and clean living. She is an original environmental protector at eighty-eight-years old. On a mission one day, Mom fell into the gutter. Concrete gutter. Headfirst. A couple driving... Continue Reading →

Trash Collector-Part 1

For about one year, Mom was the neighborhood trash collector. She put on her hat and armed with her metal reacher, she executed her clean up mission in our apartment complex. Mom went as far as her legs and walker allowed. She eventually ventured into surrounding neighborhoods. I finally convinced her to stay near our... Continue Reading →

Sisters Are Not Puppies

"L" is in the clouds with new baby sister "E" to kiss and hold. "Babies are so cute!" "I think so too, I love babies." "I love her." "Me, too!" "I thinks she loves me." 'I think you're right. Baby E knows your voice." L nodded. "Inside Mommy's tummy Baby E could hear us talking. That's why... Continue Reading →

Another Story

It's funny how an AFPA amazes me, (Acceptance For Publication Agreement) when that's what I work toward. I signed one a few days ago. Ta dah! The opposite is also true. A Rejection Email is a milestone which amazes me. We all need feedback. Any form of feedback. Pure excitement burst inside me when I... Continue Reading →

Human or a Lady?

My daughter and four-year-old grand girl and I discussed modesty in ladies' clothing and swimsuits. From a preschooler's perspective--"Well, I'm not a lady, I'm a human." There it is.

Where Animals Come From

"Grammy, we were catching worms at school today! Why do they eat dirt?" My on the fly response, "Well, worms eat dirt because someone has to." My four year-old grand girl then related a story of her preschool teachers instructing them about animals. "Grammy, did you know God made beautiful animals and things? God made... Continue Reading →

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