Kind and Caring (Cee’s FFC)

Her greatness comes in the kindness she shares a grandmother whose motive is only to care: An example whose ripples are felt down the line by a grandson who takes time to listen and chat: and granddaughters who practice her loving art: the legacy passes from one generation to the next – kindness and caring, […]

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Texting Love

hi grandma i miss you so mach i am so excited The text came unexpectedly, one Saturday morning.  It was clearly from our granddaughter, Finn. to see you, the message continued, my mom and me are so glad you will cane back Finn is six and in grade 1.  Her mom did tell me she is top of […]

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Turning North

It is raining the morning we pick up the RV – heavy dark clouds hovering overhead. Some days, it feels like my skin offers no barriers, for the damp weather seeps into my body and plays havoc.  And then, just as we ready ourselves for the road, the sun breaks through and a rainbow lights […]

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Hawk Inspired

Originally posted on One Woman's Quest II:
(A short story; fiction.) The grey days are the hardest; you know the ones, when the clouds, so full of tears, are working themselves up to a full-blown cry. My projection, I know, but I prefer to think that the weather mirrors my own inner gloom. I…

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Blue Moon Blues

My mother and I sat back to back on the tiny step stool used to help patients scoot up on examining tables.  My sister laid in the bed beside us, disoriented and fearful.  She’d tried to commit suicide again. The emergency ward was overflowing with people seeking attention, and the presence of several officers in […]

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RV-Able: Today’s Chuckles

It was finger numbing cold out this morning as we were packing up to leave Falcon Lake.  I came in from helping Ric hook up the tow vehicle to find that I’d missed a call from my mother. Mom is ninety-one and usually waits for me to call her, so I immediately thought the worse. […]

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On the Anniversary of Your Death

I write to you often.  Does earthly mail even translate into the afterlife, I wonder.  The distance between us, I find, only leaves me with more questions.  Perhaps this is the byproduct of objectivity. It’s been twelve years, Dad, and so many things have changed, and yet, still the after shocks of your presence continue.  […]

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