Category: Memoir

Gratitude

Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude. ~ A.A. Milne A.A. Milne’s book: Winnie The Pooh is chock full of quotes I love. I chose this one in celebration of Thanksgiving Day. My heart holds a rather large amount of Gratitude for…

Happy Father’s Day Daddy!

My father was an artist. In one corner of our basement stood his wooden easel, and his upholstered chair where he would sit when he studied his paintings; a table held jars of various sized brushes, tubes of paint in primary colors, and stacks of hardcover art books. He taught me how to mix primary…

Danielle’s Art

In this week’s photo challenge Lignum Draco inspires us to respond to the theme, “vivid”. Usually I share photos of my gardens and flowers, but this time my photo is one of my daughter, Danielle’s, paintings. Click on image to enlarge. I love the vivid colors in her painting: Sunset. Danielle’s art is influenced by…

A Memory Garden

Every year I plant a memory garden. I sow seeds that remind me of dear friends; like our friendship the seeds flourish. The sweet flowers of Nicotiana remind me of my friend and garden mentor, Janie. Years ago she introduced me to Tobacco ‘Lime Green’; it was love at first sight. The flower color is…

Teacher Strike 1975

The time is always right to do what is right. ~ Martin Luther King, Jr. “It might be dangerous; we’ll all meet in one place, then bus you to your school.” These are the words I heard during my interview for my first teaching job. I was in a gymnasium with hundreds of other teachers…

Kindness

“That winter, snow fell on everything, turning the world a brilliant white.” That is the opening sentence in one of my favorite children’s books, Each Kindness by¬†Jacqueline¬†Woodson. In the story we meet Maya who enters a new classroom for the very first time; only to be stared at because her clothes aren’t new. The story…

Happy Birthday Mama!

She met him at the Beacon Theatre in New York City; at the Saturday matinee. He was tall, dark and handsome. She was 18 years old; an irish beauty with long, auburn hair and hazel eyes. He was as debonair as Cary Grant with a voice like Frank Sinatra; with his chivalrous ways, he stole…

Thanksgiving Prayer

I still remember the basket. I was the first one to answer the door. “Is your mother home?” the man asked. “Just a minute,” I replied. I ran to get my mom. “We’d like to give this basket to you and your family. It’s from the church.” All of that for us? I couldn’t believe…

A Cottage Garden

I have always loved old houses. They have a history and tell a story. When we bought our farmhouse a couple of nondescript apple trees grew on the property. In the backyard there was an old stone wall that was falling down. Overgrown shrubs grew in front of the house and random pieces of slate…

I Always Pulled the Weeds

“We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.” ~ T. S. Eliot When I was growing up my mother used to say, “You can help clean the inside of the house or pull weeds in…