Yeah, it wasn’t pretty, refined, gentle, or fun. But it doesn’t need to be. I don’t have to smile when I’m grim. I am not required to sparkle when I’m rolling through the bland.
That’s just too much to ask. Woke up with that in my head. Several nights in a row. Too much to ask of me – that’s what it really means.…
“Hi, Diane. This is Dad.” Just his voice. Gruff. Sentences always 3 or 4 words long. How are you? Be here by 4? What is the address? Are you happy?…
The rain brings joy – and I quietly rejoice.
Welcome back.
The house is familiar as I enter. The kitchen cupboards have changed over the years – I don’t remember the color those cupboards were when Mom would slam them repeatedly…
God is pulling on my threads – unraveling the organized and watching it slide in a heap to the table. There’s laughter in His heart as he watches me begin…
You know that saying, you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? If it is true, then I can assure you that I know a lot of ‘older dogs’ who…
Untamed. Not domesticated or otherwise controlled. Wild, savage, feral, natural, free, uncontrollable, undomesticated, unbroken, not broken in, untrained, unused to humans; rare, brutish. I’m not surprised that these words come…
Working at a zoo was a very public position. Zookeepers, in particular, are seen – for the most part – as having interesting, exciting and perhaps, enviable positions. Keepers are…
The intricacies of spider webs interrupted my life three times yesterday. First, a photo worthy moment where the dew sparkled on the threads of a series of spiderwebs in our…
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