The moral of this post, and the point of my return trips to Arizona (in the middle of the summer) is this. Your children never stop needing you. Lessons that take a lifetime cannot be compressed into eighteen years. Especially when we don’t know what we’re talking for three of those years.
I am doing a mini blog on Instagram and Facebook. Because I have several followers that don’t do social media, the posts will be here too. I have been in Phoenix for a week. Before today, I would have honestly said the love is gone. Were it not […]
My husband’s mother, Irene, was the kindest, sweetest, softest person you would ever want to meet. I may be wrong, but I believe the woman never raised her voice. Ever. When she baked cookies they were shaped perfectly. It is possible that they appeared out of thin air. […]
Who are Sam and Kate you ask? They are the characters in the fourth book in the Ashbrook, Montana series. But don’t let me get ahead of myself it’s story time. Picture if you will, a beach at the beginning of May. Seagulls are flying overhead. The sun is […]
It was enough to renew our sense of purpose. For a while. After two weeks of chopping,hauling, piling and seeing the “to do” pile was still larger than the “done piles.” (Seriously we have enough wood for five or six viking funerals) My husband was hearing my special words.
Gala Days isn’t about money, it isn’t about the attention you get when you are in the parade or play or winning on of the many contests or raffles. What makes the day special is our community comes together and individuals say “this is one way I can make you smile.” And guess what-smiles happened.
I hope it had a friend that saw and they flew to the nest laughing about how it looked and what they were thinking. At least that is what happens to me when I get knocked on my keister.
I was pleased because my fears were allayed and I was right. The village does care about the children and even though they may roll their eyes the children appreciate that someone cares enough to bribe them to do the right thing.
~Your dreams were not stupid.
~Everyone is as equally confused about life as you are.
~You don’t have to be mean to be successful.
~Your ability to love is stronger than any awkwardness.
The treadmill at a number 2 incline is nothing compared to the prairie that somehow became Mount Kilimanjaro outside my front door. The shock was so severe the first fifteen minutes involved contemplation of giving up running and making nice with the winter weight that came with that gray sun.