Archive for the ‘family’ Category

on my fridge

On my fridge is one of my favorite things – a hand-made card from Tay.  My own personal award of love from one of the coolest little chickies I know.  I love her picture of me on the front. What I love even more is what is inside: The feeling this card gives me is [...]

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My beautiful child

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which [...]

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a good day to be born

Just breathe!!! cuttin’ the cord how handsome is he? love at first sight big love from big sister   Desiree had her fourth (and last!) baby this morning.  Joshua and mom are doing well.  What a day!

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It’s been ages since I’ve sat down at the computer.  I just haven’t had the heart for it.  I seem to be in a bit of a funk.  I wish I were rich enough that I could have come home from the funeral and got into bed for a few weeks.  You know, be devastated [...]

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Taylor

One of my sheros is my granddaughter Taylor.  She is 9 years old, going on 100.  No, I swear, she is one of those children of which one would remark, “She has an old soul”.  I remember her as a baby having those wise eyes babies sometimes have, as if they haven’t yet forgotten the [...]

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This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be [...]

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My Father’s Chair

Cleaning out a desk drawer, came across an essay I wrote for Dad last year. Thought I’d post it for my sibs. In case any of you were wondering upon reading it if I thought my dad perfect, the answer is no. But his imperfections seem to dim as the years pass and I am [...]

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