Remembrance

My granddaughter paints a row of red flowers with crosses in between.  “Flanders Field” she tells me.  She’s six. “Your great-great grandfather, my grandfather, was shot in Flanders Field.” She raises her eyes to meet mine.  “Did he die?” “No, but he was injured.” He was crawling across the field when the bullet entered and […]

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CFFC: Things People Grow

Here in southwest Ontario, we grow corn.  By August we’ve also a grown an appetite for the taste of peaches and cream corn, buttered and salted, right off the cob. My mother comes from farming roots, but these days all she grows is older. We are all farmers, in a sense – planting our seeds, […]

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#FOWC: Gumption

A six-year-old, intent on exerting independence, exerts gumption: (Fandago’s word of the day prompt is gumption)

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Little Girl Dreams

Little Girl Dreams To dream little girl dreams, the simplicity of pink, the wonder of books, the honesty of play, trust innate. (Imagination inspired by this photo of my granddaughter on her “big girl bed”.  Poem penned by yours truly.  The Daily Post prom is imagination.)

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Curiosity is the Mind of a Child

“Grandma, you are just like my mom!” We are snuggled in against the cold night air, having a sleep over. “Well, I am your mom’s Mom.” “Yeah,” she says hugging me tighter, “she’s your kid!” At five, Sloane likes to explore connections, turning things over, understanding things from different angles.  The next day, she finds […]

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Divorce Through the Rear View Mirror

Perspective is everything and seldom appreciated until the offending circumstances are well in the rear view mirror. When my former marriage fell apart, I did the unthinkable and moved out. The one that leaves loses, I’d heard over and over.  I was hell-bent that I would not lose. What I failed to do was consider […]

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Children As Mirrors

Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
When I think of my grandchildren – one now six months, and one on the way – my heart swells and tears fill my eyes; I love them so much.  I hope that I have extolled upon my daughters that children are a blessing to be cherished. One…

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