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On a Dublin Street
We have been to Ireland and back and we are full of stories! We saw such amazing landscapes and were in awe of cliffs, fields, rivers and the roaring sea. We entered castles of grandeur and ruin, pubs rich with history and character, hotels of luxury and cottages of simple beauty. We saw villages and cities decked out in Christmas splendor and heard many Christmas musical offerings including the repeated rendering of Fairytale of New York with the country mourning the passing of their beloved Shane McGowan. And on our last day in Dublin we had breakfast at the Best Seller and it occurred to me the real reason I write. To have a best seller you might guess but if so you would be wrong. On a very enjoyable writing retreat I did very little writing but while sitting in a lovely Dublin wine...
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Nothing’s Perfect Monkey
Wisdom comes in all shapes and sizes and as I've alluded to before my granddaughter Paige has a vast amount of it. She has a way of going right to the crutz of a matter and dishing out wise and insightful advice. She is intuitive and doesn't miss much on the...
Hope with Humility
A study in contrast, a comparison of values, a night and day difference. I could go on . I am referring to yesterday' s inauguration in the United States. I realize the reality of what that country and what the 46th president of the USA faces after the...
Just Take me Home
I am not sure where this entry will go or who I'm writing it for. I guess I will just write it and find out. I have good days and bad days, good nights and bad nights and then I have excruciating nights. For the most part I have learned how to have good days. It...
A Thursday in January
My entry this morning is a hodge podge of thoughts and observations. So much percolating in this over thinking head of mine. Countdown days to bunnies is what occupies Paige's mind these days. Every suppertime her thoughts go to the promise her Uncle Caleb made...
Are Words Enough?
Oh boy. I don't even know what to say. My brain and my heart are a jumble of consonants that scramble to make words. I am a writer, a list maker ,a writer of sentences written frantically when I am trying to make sense of something , to quiet a turmoil...
As I Put Christmas Away
Today is the first day of a new year. I looked back at last January's entries and decided I must write about Christmas 2020. Today I will begin to put Christmas away. I have decided not to do a large New Years day dinner. Covid has reduced our crowds and...