Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               I don’t want to kick them out the door, rush and hurry them on, but they are late and everyone is in their own world.  A cold winter morning, my daughter is in despair over the unfairness that “everyone is out but us.”  What she would do with a “cold day” (there is no […]

               “Brothers and sisters: There are different kinds of spiritual gifts but the same Spirit; there are different forms of service but the same Lord; there are different workings but the same God who produces all of them in everyone.  To each individual the manifestation of the Spirit is given for some benefit.  To one […]

               Three weeks, and its leaves and stems remain in living green.  Transplant of a winter cutting shouldn’t work, but then, most plants don’t blossom in winter.                But this one does.  It’s a reason that it’s special.                It’s leaves are spreading once again from tight and wrap in travel.  It bends and reaches […]

        It is just he and I for the eve: his brother at a sleepover, sister and mom at volleyball in the city.  We make a special time of it.  We go somewhere for dinner to watch football while we eat.  Our (my) first choice was closed, so we go where he asks and chooses, Pizza […]

               He is edgy, quick to anger.  We speak and explain control measures, our reasons and agrees, then when the limit’s reached—he asks for more again.                It’s only a screen, virtual world and games, but it messes with his mind.  He’s the same with his phone (as I often am, too, as well).  His […]

               I begin my morning writing letters.                 Not knowing what else to write, I start with gratitudes.                Last night, my daughter gave me a hug.  I didn’t know I needed it—but she did, and she helped me feel loved and better.                This morning, in letter, I return the love.                All Christmas […]

        Second day’s end to a new year, I’ve yet to make a resolution.  Is it laziness?  Indifference?  Is it necessary?         I sit on the porch smoking what’s left of a cigar from yesterday.  I’m frugal, and sitting on porch in the winter cool and moisture, it burns better today than day before.  Like me, […]

               “’You like to tell true stories, don’t you?’ he asked, and I answered, ‘Yes, I like to tell stories that are true.’                Then he asked, ‘After you have finished your true stories sometime, why don’t you make up a story and the people to go with it?’                ‘Only then will you understand […]