Growing with gratitude for life's challenges
What creatures dwell in tucked away places…. hidden in the darkness… observing those of us in the light… do they fear us, as we fear them…. or have they found contentment? (I’ve been a little obsessed with holes – thank you to the Daily Post for offering the prompt ‘creature’ so that I could use […]
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If it looks like a duck …. … preens like a duck…. … waddles like a duck…. … it could be one of many variations. (The Daily Post photo challenge is variations on a theme. All photos from my camera.)
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It’s been abnormally cold in Texas, and so we’ve devoted a few days to finishing up the interior painting we started last summer. (Yes, procrastination defines us.) Yesterday, the temperatures were back up in the double digits, so we set out on the golf cart and toured the property looking for birds. Just a […]
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His name was Almost, but we called him “Not Quite”. He was tall, all awkward elbows and knees, as only a sixteen-year-old can be. Wore his hair neatly cut, unlike many of that time. He had dark, brooding eyes and a hawkish nose, and he was my boyfriend. We were both cast in the high […]
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Before illness, I counted days and hours, not out of drudgery – I had stretched myself beyond normal limitations. Before illness, I wore responsibility like a hero and defined by work, prioritized tasks above well-being. Before illness, I joked about the disabled, lounging around, living the life of leisure, usurping the system. Before illness, I […]
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“Silent!” the teacher, breaking from the lesson she had been delivering, turned towards me. I cringed, slinking down in my chair, choking on my ‘sorry’. My classmate shifted quickly, happy to have missed the wrath, but as soon as the teacher turned her back, she leaned in again to resume our conversation. “That’s it! Miss […]
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“Varnish” I said aloud, rolling the word over my tongue as if we were new acquaintances. “What’s that you said, Mom?” My daughter, breezing through the kitchen, found me standing at the counter, gazing out the window. She was gone before I could answer. They were used to me by now, my family. How long […]
Read MoreNever understood it when Dad called me cheeky as a kid, although I always recognized a tone of approval. Then I saw it in my own children: that look of sheer defiance that melted my heart every time. This photo of our youngest granddaughter exemplifies the epitome of cheekiness, don’t you think? (In response to […]
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One Woman's Quest II 