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As a child I loved Thanksgiving. We always went to my Granny’s house. The grown-ups would eat in the dining room and we kids were in the kitchen. The day was lively and filled with good food, and I loved it.
This week I share a poem written for the senior adult Thanksgiving luncheon at our church. It was a privilege to be asked to write something for such a special group of people. Unfortunately,
There are multiple ways to feel small. In my case the physical challenges of being a small person are things I have learned to live with.
Early last Saturday as I drove north on the Fairfax County Parkway, I was mesmerized by the rolling purple, gray mountains on the horizon. However, there are no mountains to be viewed from that particular point of the road and indeed I was staring at a bank of clouds.
Every Halloween I dress up as a witch. It’s not the only costume I could create from stuff I already have, but it’s the easiest. I wear a lot of black anyway, so just add an old graduation robe, my large pointy witch hat and there you have it, a witch!
Some of us are better at following directions than others. There may be any number of reasons why we stray from doing what we are told. Clearly, not bothering to read the directions is the first step toward failure for many. I will not name names.