Feed on This: Old Age takes a lot of courage and being able to say, "Oh, Well!" when the next ache appears!Regina, Help from Heaven Written for the One-Liner Wednesday Challenge from Linda G. Hill.
From Mindlovemisery's Menagerie for First-Line Friday, March 12, 2021 Tamsin’s heart drummed frantically as she tore through her pack, her books, and the messy desk– where was it?! She knows that she placed her lunch in the backpack this morning! Sometimes it seems as if her memory is standing on the sidelines of her life,... Continue Reading →
What a title, I know! But, Douglas and I were talking as I read my Bible this morning. He was bent over a little, which signals a backache or painful joints. I kidded him that insisting on spending much of the day in the king cave, also known as the beasement, meant that his 70-year-old... Continue Reading →
Photo courtesy of Donna McNicol To the young people, I am a curious sight, Walking slowly but surely towards town. They say that I should be safe in my bed, But I tell them, "I can still get around." I'm not quick as the roadrunner, I know, But I'm still as wise as the old... Continue Reading →
I continue to work and produce. Don't have time for a rocking chair. I'm at that liminal stage of aging, Still up for a challenge or a dare. My hair is gray, and things Hurt that I didn't know that I had. I don't move as fast as I use to, But, overall, things aren't... Continue Reading →
It's 10:30 in the morning, and I am sitting on my bed looking out at one of the three trees in our front yard. Two weeks ago, there were buds, as the tree awakened from it's winter nap. Then, the sweet white flowers bloomed, covering the yard and street in white, when the winds kicked... Continue Reading →
When I look back at my life, I am amazed to still be alive and hopeful that life can be beautiful, no matter the craziness of this life. I think of the reality, for me any way, that from the time before I was even born until the gray that permeates my hair today, God... Continue Reading →
Sitting in a Sociology class on family and marriage with a group of twenty-somethings, one young woman suddenly asked me how I managed to make all As on my exams and papers. I told her that because I started college at age 36 and had been raising children for 25 years, I had lived everything... Continue Reading →