I lean against the wall,Balancing myselfAs I aim my footInto my shoe. And in that momentI see myselfAs others see me: Old Graying hair Frail Struggling to kneel And stand back up again Holding the railing As I slowly ascend or descend The stairs Needing a supporting hand As […]
I stood at his door, a bag of goodies in one hand and a Woman’s World magazine in the other. “Here,” I said. “I think you should read this.” Steven reached out and took the magazine from my hand and scanned the short article. “You’re famous,” he said. I shook my head. “No, you are.”
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The year I turned 62—which was a significant number of years ago—I decided to have a party. I invited the group of nine-year-old children that were in my Primary class at Church. I love to tell stories and planned storytelling to be the main event. Cake is almost a standard requirement for a birthday party,
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I changed out my calendars this morning. I felt that I was putting away the second Covid year and looking forward to days that will be filled with bright, happy moments. Never mind that the pace of my life will be slower as age catches up to me and that some days will be cloudy
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Fluffy Yellow Bath TowelsHer shelves were full of small, worn bath towels.I gave her large fluffy yellow towels, the kind I love to use. When next I visited her shelves were full of thin, worn bath towels, the yellow towels absent from her shelves and my memory.
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I took my children to Sycamore Grove Park. We walked along the path and enjoyed seeing the birds and ground squirrels. We stopped by a small pond and my two teen-age daughters tried to skip stones across the surface of the water. My four-year-old son picked up a rock and looked at it. “I wish
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There once was a village by the edge of an enchanted forest. Every Christmas Eve presents appeared on the trees and the villagers would go into the forest. They would separate and choose gifts for their family and friends. Christmas Day was a time to open presents and cherish the givers. Then one year someone
Thirty years ago we were homeless. Well, not exactly. We had a house that was covered with ashes and soot. The living room was a burned-out shell. The fire had started in there with a spark from an old TV set and spread to the kitchen before it was contained. So, we did have a
The road ahead vanished into the fog. Darkness closed in around us, isolating the car in a world of gray. The white line on the center of the pavement was our lifeline to safety. The headlights tried, but they could not penetrate the darkness. The side of the road, the trees, the road signs that
A flicker of movement caught my eye as I walked up the sidewalk. A small flock of tiny birds scurried around and hunted for breakfast. Their colors blended with the asphalt driveway in my neighbor’s side yard, and they were hard to see. When they saw me, they ran to the safety of the bushes.
