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My First Public Reading

I wrote a Christmas story for Gambaby and each of his classmates about forest animals throwing a party for Santa. I had it printed and bound at the local print shop as a Christmas gift for them and used all their names as characters in it. The teacher loved it and asked if I wanted... Continue Reading →

Thanksgiving, 2021

Today marks our first Thanksgiving in Oklahoma, in our new home. Past traditions in my family scream, "Parade! Turkey! Pumpkin Pie!" but this year as I have in the past, I have deviated from those ingrained traditions. This year it will be just Hubbin and me at my table. We have no cable TV, so... Continue Reading →

The Pink Kitty

When I was little, I wanted a white cat. Something about the purity of a white kitty spoke to my child-mind, and every chance I got, I mentioned it to my parents. Nothing else would do; nothing short of an all-white kitty would fit my requirements. A call from a farmer down the road answered... Continue Reading →

Just One of the Many Reasons I Love My Hubbin

I am writing a story and trying to get the scene from my head down onto paper when my husband interrupts me to give me a sandwich, a soda, and a kiss. He downplays his response to my voiced appreciation with, "Just trying to help out, Mrs. G." I love that man!

An Anniversary Not Celebrated

Ten years. I cannot believe it has been ten years since the morning of my mother’s passing. Are there some Band-Aids that one simply cannot rip off but hopes and prays that the hurt underneath has healed? Does one try to catch a glimpse beneath that Band-Aid from time to time, hoping that the passage... Continue Reading →

Keeping My Sis Alive

My sis passed away almost two years ago; she would have been 72 tomorrow. I googled events that happened on the day she was born and found an off-the-wall-interesting one. Shoe rationing began. SHOE RATIONING! I realize the war effort put a lot of things in short supply that we now take for granted, but... Continue Reading →

Holiday Traditions

As I ponder the upcoming holiday, I think about traditions I was raised with, ones I've continued, and which ones I have created for my own family. Growing up, we went out as a family to the mountain behind our house in rural Oregon, cut down a real tree, then brought it in on a homemade tree... Continue Reading →

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