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Believe it or not this is the third attempt I have made at trying to write this article. Maybe it's because I am at a loss for words that clearly express my exquisite delight in the family and friends in my life. This is due in part to just returning from a friend' party. Being in her home is very comfortable for me. I get a kick (not literally) from playing with one of her dogs who has one brown eye and one blue one. At first I thought it was the lighting in the room or maybe the liquid in my cup. But nope, it was Bruno's eyes!
To me, taking time to share wonderful times with family... (more)
Hatred as I see it, even in my own backwater middle of nowhere country is taught, we are born pure and innocent, then we become the person we are taught to be or told to be. I was taught hate on a large scale and I went with it in a big way, then one day I looked at my 3 year old son, started to cry and walked away from it, I found love, compassion and more, then the pain came, I always wonder to this day, why did the pain come when I woke up to intolerance and hatred
Karma is the best I can come up with to this day, I did some awful things as a kid and a young man, but doing... (more)
There are times throughout our lives that we can learn a valuable life lesson from people from another land. The short story that you are about to read, demonstrates a wonderful lesson in a beautiful way!
An anthropologist proposed a game to the kids in an African tribe. He put a basket full of fruit near a tree and told the kids that whoever got there first won the sweet fruits. When he told them to run they all took each other’s hands and ran together, then sat together enjoying their treats.
When he asked them why they had run like that as one could have had all the... (more)
In our large family, my children discovered how to interact with each other, without my constant intervention. In fact all my children have wonderful people skills today because they lived in a house with ten other very different personalities who all shared one full bathroom.Just imagine the tact it required to squeeze any sink and mirror time in the bathroom if you happened to have five or six older sisters!
The kids learned interpersonal techniques through the old trial and error method. I did not tolerate fighting or yelling among my children , so each child had to figure out... (more)
Sitting quietly,Sharing the silence,Exchanging thoughts,Expressing desires,Exposing long hidden ...
Sitting quietly,Sharing the moments,Exchanging vows,Expressing ideas,Exposing loving memories.
Sitting quietly,Sharing the sorrow,Exhanging hugs,Expressing love,Exposing glimpses of our soul.
Sitting quietly loving each other.
Originally written December 28, 1994
Have you seen a couple just sitting holding handsnot talking just quietly sitting side by side. They could be looking at a sunset, traffic going by, orjust looking at their back yard. I lived in a smallvillage... (more)
We all were lucky to have grown up with a saint. Maude Beckner Donovan (Mama as we called her) and her husband, Charles E. Donovan (Grandpa Charley, who died before I was born), were my Mother's adoptive parents. They adopted little Virginia when she was barely two weeks old. She was the seventh child born to John and Rachel Peters, of Red Alley, Knoxville, Tennessee. Mother used to joke and say she had nowhere else to go but up from that address. (I later learned Rachel sang from the time she got up, until it was time for bed. And that John played the fiddle and banjo ... I’m part of their... (more)
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