I felt really stressed this morning, so I shaved my head. I feel so much better now . . . Okay. There’s a method to my madness. It may not work for you, but it works for me. 1. I don’t like long hair on me. As a kid, I pestered my mother to death… Continue reading Six Reasons Why I Shave My Head
COVID-19 has done a number on hearts around the globe. It’s made them fearful and angry, frustrated and confused. They’re impatient. Restless. Bored and lonely and just want everything to get back to normal again. At least that’s what my heart has been feeling these days. So, to help keep my mind off the bad… Continue reading What’s in Your Heart?
This is an earwig. I was attacked (pinched) by one a few years ago. It was horrible. Like a zillion bee stings. The pain lasted all day. I never knew such a bug existed so I didn’t know what it was until I looked it up. It’s harmless, they said. It doesn’t even bite, they… Continue reading If You Believe Everything You Read on the Internet, Don’t!
My first grade teacher taught her pupils the alphabet using big flash cards with pictures. And for some odd reason, the letter S with a picture of a snake on it was my favorite one and the only one that still sticks out in my mind. So, in my case, a picture is truly worth… Continue reading Say it with Pictures
There’s so much sadness these days that I thought I’d share a little humor. I got a chuckle and I hope you do, too. Happy Monday!
Talon, my great-grandson is six going on twenty. He is smart and quirky and extremely perceptive for his age. When he looks at you it’s as if he can see into your soul. I love this little boy. He is truly a gift! With my granddaughter’s permission, I’ve posted Talon’s written school assignment. It is… Continue reading A Crab’s Life through a Child’s Eyes
I’d rather have eaten a can of worms than have my hair washed. And my parents would have gladly fed them to me rather than wrestled with me to wash it. We didn’t have modern conveniences like indoor plumbing, walk-in showers, and bathtubs. We had electricity, though, thanks to one of my dad’s many skills.… Continue reading I’m Not Stubborn!
I’ll never forget that day. My brother, Kenny and I were left alone while mom and daddy went to the grocery store. Because my youngest brother, Leonard was too young to stay with us, he always got to go and Kenny and I always had to stay home. Kenny is four-teen months younger than I… Continue reading When Apologizing is like Eating Dirt
I love trees. And when we moved here, there were none except for a mighty few. So we planted trees. Lots of trees. Everywhere. Thirty years ago they were just little twigs. Today, they are monsters . . . especially the one planted right beside the house. A Bradford. With giant limbs stretching across our… Continue reading When a Tree Becomes a Monster
So, my plan was to help Buck pick up all the limbs in the yard . . . lots and lots of limbs. Big limbs. Little limbs. Way too many limbs for a young person, let alone a shriveled up bag of bones. After thirty minutes of bending and stooping and sweat burning my eyes,… Continue reading Life is Tough. It’s Tougher if You’re Old . . .