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Motivations…

I Feel Cherokee

2 May 20142 May 2014
Reblogging an older post, just because I still feel it. Click to read. . . I Feel Cherokee.
DP challenge…

More Than Words

30 Apr 2014
Pen in hand, released to the floor; chicken scratch. "I. . . I. . . I. . ," sputtered Vera, summoning strength from the tips of her toes and fingers,…
Global Issues…

We’re All Sick of “Don’t,” So. . .

26 Mar 201426 Apr 2014
Don't tell me another "Don't," -please?   We've all heard "Don't" enough. We're numb. We're even numb to the "Don't" messages that matter. Don't--I Feel Numb by U2   For…
Reflections

Resophonic Forever

24 Feb 201426 Apr 2014
I missed the chance to see him again. My Uncle Mike.  I had begun to loosely plan a family reunion that year. Seven hundred miles, other family problems, no vacation…
Not the Sort of Things People Talk About

Reblog of my Daughter’s Amazing Post Today

10 Feb 2014
You've read here about my daughter a bit, and you've seen some of my daughter's photography. Now, be blown away with her most recent post: http://theopenbench.blogspot.com/2014/02/the-yellow-brick-road.html She is amazing. I love…
Motivations…

I Feel Cherokee

9 Feb 201426 Apr 2014
I feel Cherokee. * Shrouded in secrecy after hiding from Indian Removal in the 1800's, my 1900's family seemed unable to pass on important information to support our Cherokee heritage. We…
Reflections

Grace Is. . .

23 Dec 201326 Apr 2014
. . . being a poor peasant girl, discovering the child of God born in me! A Christmas Song Thank you, Brian, for the mention! Let us remember to pray…
Reflections

Grace Is. . .

18 Dec 2013
. . . Burying an old potato     and reaping a fistful of new potatoes. ©Joan T. Warren This new mini-post series, "Grace is. . .," is an impromptu,…
Reflections…

Last Days of Sweet Sixteen

26 Nov 201326 Apr 2014
There is a lot of talk lately about the last days. The last days of President Kennedy's life in this 50th anniversary of his death, the last days of confidence in…
Reflections

Grace Is. . .

21 Nov 2013
. . .Crying all the way home from school with a sealed note from the teacher for your parents to sign, then finding out she reported a good thing you…
Reflections

Grace Is. . .

19 Nov 2013
. . . finding a long lost love whom you had hurt and learning (s)he forgave you a long time ago. ©Joan T. Warren This new mini-post series, "Grace is.…
Poetry…

Generational Torch-Bearing

16 Oct 201326 Apr 2014
Coming home from a precious, short visit with my daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter this weekend, there was plenty of time alone in the car to think. As I considered some…
Blog Events…

stick around

23 Sep 201326 Apr 2014
fifteen heading up the street   toward heavy traffic stroller with baby inside thinking it should end right here for her, for me, end the suffering what if it fails…
Motivations…

Life, Death and Grains of Sand

2 Jul 201326 Apr 2014
We never know how long we have. We don't know how long we have with the ones we love. Continue reading "Life, Death and Grains of Sand"
Reflections

Song for the Unsung

23 Jun 20139 Sep 2013
This weekend we took a quick trip to visit Randy's mama, Louise, as she recovers from hip surgery in a small town in western South Carolina. After spending the day…

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