We were sitting near the electric fireplace in the lobby. I had pulled a chair close to his wheelchair. I opened the newspaper that he encouraged me to take home and read because, “there’s a lot of good stuff in there,” and found an interesting article about an artist who uses old wine barrels to make… Continue reading A Few Quiet Minutes
~ “Right time right place” ~ “Meant to be” ~ “Divine intervention”~ “Coincidence” ~ No matter how you slice it…sometimes, things just line up perfectly. My husband and I frequent an eclectic restaurant for breakfast every weekend called “The Friendly Toast,” located in downtown Portsmouth, New Hampshire. It’s our go-to-spot located 30 minutes to our north. It is, by… Continue reading Breakfast Bond
What if it was me lying in a hospital bed, staring up at a stark white ceiling; unfamiliar sheets and blankets pretending to comfort me, unfamiliar noises interrupting my sparse thoughts, unfamiliar smells taking me farther from home? What if it was me and my thoughts were jumbled, but sometimes they weren’t, and I felt alone and misplaced;… Continue reading What if it was me?
Whether by accident or with malicious intent, every cat has undoubtedly experienced a pull of the tail. Think about it…cat tails seem to have a mind of their own, moving like whips or snakes depending on the cat’s mood. They play chicken with doors, rocking chairs, and small children; and then it happens…the tail gets caught… Continue reading Past or Presence?
It’s truly amazing how talented we all are in our own God-given way! From my vantage point, I can see how many people it takes to care for family members in distress. I can see the advantage of recognizing individual gifts and pooling them together in order to provide ailing loved ones with the care… Continue reading Puzzle pieces
Painting…whether considered work or play, I love it! There’s just something about changing a room in one fell swoop that completes me, and all it takes is a can filled with liquid color and the willingness to do some work. My mother often jokes that my house will never fall down; too many layers of paint holding it… Continue reading Lost on a Ladder
“History means so much more when a living soul gives it life!” On occasion, my 84-year-old father-in-law reminisces about his childhood in the late 1930’s and 40’s. He lived through a time many of us cannot fathom; The Great Depression and World War II, when having a little was a lot. For his parents, both Polish immigrants, hard work was the catalyst for provision,… Continue reading The sweetest gift!