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Taking a Break

I’ve been sorting thoughts and laundry. After weeks of prayer and contemplation, I’ve concluded that I need to take a three-month break from writing my blog. Writing. I love it. I’ve been writing poetry for many years, blogs for almost four. Clearly, what I do has become “a good habit.” It gives me joy. When I share it with readers, my joy is doubled. Readers, you are full of kindness. Many of you give me feedback, verbally or in writing. It keeps me going like those summers my sisters and I played outdoor games. I never wanted to stop and go indoors to eat. I think back on those days. There was a wild joy to it. I’d rather have play than eat, I’d rather tell stories to young brothers and si

Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen

Many of us are natural storytellers. I sit and listen to birds tell their stories, too. Only they sing them. Today had already been stressful, so I made time to listen to a choir on YouTube. Then I climbed stairs to find a book of old hymns. I hovered over the content pages until I spotted a particular song. Oops. I’m getting ahead of myself. My leftover stressors from yesterday included an allergic reaction to a red wasp sting. He nailed me on a finger. Later, Benadryl and a steroid shot slowed the swelling down. Not feeling good, I checked the computer: what I saw were videos of rioting. The world seemed upside down. No stories, nothing to help me understand. I guess I’ll wait for that par

The Iris Lady

In keeping ourselves and others safe, some of us have grown tired of staying-in-place. Like any good soldier knows, it takes effort to keep on keeping on. My ten-year-old granddaughter finally faced the reality of no swim classes and no friend-time this spring. Hard and sad. One of my elderly friends lives in an apartment complex where she must wear a mask if she goes out into the hallway. Exhausting. Hard. Lonely. Strange way to fight a virus, right? Also, this week my 17-year-old granddaughter needed me to put something in the mail for her. That meant going into our small town, wearing a mask, creating a package, posting it. To tell the truth, I didn’t feel much like doing any of it. I had

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