Grandma’s Rainbow
My Mother use to always say, When someone special passed away; They’d send a rainbow to let you know, They’d arrived in Heaven and low and behold; On the day she left us to be with Him, My youngest...
View ArticleGrandma’s Shoes
When I was very little My grandmas (there were two) Always wore the same black kind Of ugly grandma shoes. You know the kind I mean, right? The clunky lace-up kind That looked so very awful? Well, it...
View ArticleMiracle of a Brother’s Song, The
Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling. They found out that the new baby was...
View ArticleAntique, The
My six-year-old granddaughter stares at me as if she is seeing me for the first time. “Grandma, you are an antique,” she says. “You are old. Antiques are old. You are my antique.” I am not satisfied to...
View ArticleSeed Jar, The
Being the youngest of four girls, I usually saw to Grandma Lou’s needs at family gatherings. Lucinda Mae Hamish – Grandma Lou for short – was a tall twig of a woman, with a long gray braid and sharp...
View ArticleJasper and the uncooked yeast rolls (The dog Pepto Bismol Story)
by Ann Jeffries We have a fox terrier by the name of Jasper. He came to us in the summer of 2001 from the fox terrier rescue program. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this type of adoption,...
View ArticleParty, The
My family was “poor” while I was growing up. This fact in itself didn’t bother me much because it was the only life I knew. It wasn’t until some of the kids on the school bus began teasing us about...
View ArticleSister’s Life, A
A tribute I sit still amidst the clamor And demands of the city life – Beyond the skyscrapers, Beneath the traffic jam… I see the unknown past. Little have i known of her But much have i known her...
View ArticleGenerations
Cradling my pregnant stomach, I plop down on the cushioned porch swing like a sack of potatoes, and elevate my swollen feet on the armrest. I relax and feel the summer heat mix with the cooler air of...
View ArticleSharing Session, The
As a California tourist unaccustomed to single digits, the bitter cold of that December day in Washington, D.C., was dampening my holiday mood. Accounting for the windchill factor, the temperature was...
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