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For the Unmothered, it’s confusion That comes on Mothers’ Day. Whom should I honor? he shrugs. Mothering is more than giving birth. Aunts, grandparents, and others step in, Yet it’s the Birther gets credit In the Mother box on the tree. (And it begs... Uncategorized
After dinner earlier this evening, I settled down to my computer and was busy writing. Jim had taken our grandson, Dane, outside to his garage, and they were busy working on Jim’s painting project. My female cat, Lambie Pie, started meowing loudly from the... Uncategorized
“Come on, Princess. Let’s go get some chocolate bars,” Dad suggested. It was a special treat every now and then on a hot Canadian prairie evening for just the two of us to walk to the store after supper. Before we left we took “orders” from Mom and my sister Lori and... Uncategorized
The secret of time travel is a matter of mind over time. Studying a photograph, I wing through time like Wendy and Peter Pan, flying backward through the century against a headwind to find a lost family. I reach out my arms through the decades to embrace my mother,... Uncategorized
Sometimes…, I still feel your eyes on me. An unexpected sound, and I know it’s you, Reminding me of something I should do. You were always amused by my scatteredness. Last fall we went away, for the last time, To the mountains, for the turning of the aspen, To smell... This website uses cookies to improve your experience. We'll assume you're ok with this, but you can opt-out if you wish.Accept Read More Privacy & Cookies Policy
