We Are Writing
Now, they were eager to write another limerick. This time the process went much faster and their laughter was more frequent and more boisterous. Together, we brainstormed and wrote.
By the Sea
I turned my gaze seaward toward that place on the horizon where sea and sky meet and pondered the wonders of life, feeling the oneness of the earth and the sea and the sky. It’s the place where my soul becomes still and my spirit is renewed. It’s the place where my heart beats in rhythm with the universe.
Celebrating Irish
In the tradition of the Irish . . .
Write a Limerick
There once was a funny bunny,
Who laughed on days that were sunny.
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Cried he, “Beg your pardon”
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To the man in the garden. /
Now bunny’s no longer funny.
Love
I ask, when a heart brims with love for a son or daughter, what words can express such love? What actions can demonstrate such love?
Two Dates for Breakfast
As you enjoy your dates …, think about the following ,,,
Book Spine Poems
You’ll be amazed.
Beware! It’s addictive!
Hershey’s Best Brownies
I bake those brownies. Frequently. Indeed, they are the most frequently baked dessert in our home. They are without question a family favorite, now crossing three generations.
A Black Tiger
“It will definitely get your heart to racing!” my dear friend recalled.
Stanley
My folks always took Stanley on our family trips. Stanley had the coveted spot — the front bench seat between my mom and dad.
A Great Price
“Our debt to the heroic men and valiant women in the service of our country can never be repaid.”
— President Harry S. Truman
In the Spring
Have you walked beneath the blossoms in the spring? In the spring?
Simple Things
And then my husband walked into the kitchen and said, “I love you.”
Exuberance
It was a sunny day on the Oregon coast. There was little wind. The waves were gentle. And the sand was perfect for castles.
The Worm Farm
I know about farms. Wheat farms. Chicken farms. Pig farms. Dairy farms. Lama farms. But not worm farms.
Ghost Gardens
Daffodils don’t grow wild in woods or fields. … Daffodils are planted by human hands, and daffodils that seem out of place are there because someone once lived and cared.
An Atmospheric River
The long and short of it, we had been slammed by an atmospheric river.
It’s a Book
“Uh huh! It’s a BOOK!”
Signs of Spring
It was a warm March afternoon, and over a hundred robins had spent a few days in our backyard.
All Mommy’s
SOL26-0224 I've been thumbing the pages of my journals, reading slices about my grandkids--well, maybe more like "bites." Here's one that still makes me laugh and still makes me wonder how Mommy taught this lesson so well. BN (3 yrs old) is tagging after Daddy who is...
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