Spring Is In Full Bloom

May 23, 2017 at 8:12 pm (A Writer's Life, Creative Non- Fiction, Empty house, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Uncategorized) (, , )

While taking a scenic drive around one of the many lakes in my area, I see wild flowers growing in pretty clumps along the road. I wonder if they would grow wild the same way in my backyard. I have small spaces that would look pretty with Lu pins planted beside my bird bath, colorful wildflowers  growing around my Lilac tree, Shasta daisies growing along my fence. I think my friends are tired of giving me cuttings that will grow in the worst soil so I am told. I am trying a drought tolerant garden this year. I like Succulents, some have the most beautiful colors. I may be able to have my roses and keep them alive too. 

With Summertime coming quick, I need to get my yard in shape to enjoy the ever-changing weather. It has been said “if you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes”. We have had an unusually wet Spring so far. We laugh when the weatherman says rain or chance of a thunder shower because the rain seems to pass over my town. Not lately though. We had thunder and heavy rains that flooded some neighborhoods. I noticed the ducks playing in the pond at the stop sign; They usually stay down by the river.

Every June, I attend the Annual Garden Tours;I love to look at all the beautiful neighborhoods and admire the hard work for everyone to enjoy. Many participants are retired and have been opening their homes for many years. You never know where the Garden tour is going to take you. You may stop at an old farm with a walking path to a rose garden beside the tool shed, a little house in town with a secret garden,one Host last year was just finishing up planting flowers along a walkway as the tour was getting started. He spent thousands just to have a nice yard for others to enjoy. This gentleman even included his Alpacas in the tour. Just some nice use of unused spaces to sit and chat or enjoy a glass of wine overlooking the City below you.

I may never be ready to participate in a garden Tour, but I am happy spending time on my patio. I can have a few stay-cations this summer listening to the crickets chirping, the birds singing at the bird bath. I know a lot of work goes into having a nice yard. A few years ago, I was give a couple of trees. I knew they would not grow in the yard, so I planted them in the most unusual locations. My Mountain Ash tree did smashing by the back gate, my two pine trees grew tall by the back fence no one said you had to separate them, who knew they would actually grow. Who knew a seed could blow into your backyard and start a Snowball tree? Now if a couple of varieties of wildflowers would jut blow into my backyard and seed around a few pine trees, around say my bird bath, along my back fence, I would have free flowers that actually stand a chance to grow for years to come because we know they reseed every year. 

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Strength In A Crisis

March 26, 2015 at 6:16 pm (A Writer's Life, COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Mothers, Single Parent) (, , , )

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Dad retired from the school district when I was in high school. He had cancer. I took my dad to doctors, while mom worked. (Yeah dad was walking with a walker; he couldn’t hardly walk, let’s put him on some heavy equipment. Doctors didn’t believe he was disabled.)
I was a junior in high School; dad got me a job at the school district. I took dad to the doctor’s office before I took my test for the job. The nurse forgot that dad had been allergic to rubbing alcohol, the nurse forgot about the allergy and gave him the shot. Dad got dizzy, hit the door cutting his head and passed out. The head nurse and I took dad in a gurney across the street to the E.R. room to be checked.
I went to take my test. The nurse drove me to the appointment. (I still had to take the test even with all that just happened.) The nurse said if I didn’t do very well on the test, she would ask if I could take it again because of what happened.
I took the test, and out of 75 people there, I had the top 11th score. I got the job.

Excerpt from Healing in the Storms

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Happy New Year Everyone.

January 1, 2015 at 6:23 pm (A Writer's Life, family, Heaven, Leavinghome, Memoir, Mothers, Single Parent, Sons, Survivor, Writer's writing, Writier's writing, Writing) (, , , , )

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May this year bring happiness, healing for our nation, learning to live together, and know we are a Blessed Nation. The brand new year brings brand new tomorrows. Let’s live each new day with the promise of what tomorrow may bring. Some circumstances are out of our control, but we can stand strong in knowing we do not walk alone.

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December 30, 2014 at 9:27 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Memory writing, Poetry, Uncategorized) (, , , )



Life gets hard sometimes. I hope this banner puts a smile on your faces today. Life is beautiful. no matter the circumstance. i can say this with knowing my son Levi is smiling down from heaven on me and I keep moving forward everyday with joy in my heart even in the tough times. I am thankful for the love and support of my family and friends.

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I Light A candle In Memory Of My Son Levi

December 18, 2014 at 8:18 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Empty house, Family stories, Life beyond parenting, Memory writing, Uncategorized, Writing) (, , , , , )

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Over the years I have heard it said

parents should not bury their children, the children should be the ones who bury the parents. For many of us our lives had taken a different direction. My son Levi died in July 2007 in a tragic car accident. He was only 20. Tonight with honor for my son, I light a candle. Christmas has not been the same without you Levi. I used to watch your little face light up as you opened your presents from Santa Now I buy two gifts for Toys for Tots to bring brightness to another child’s christmas. This time of year can bring so much sadness, it is true, but God gives us the strength and grace to see another day through. Levi left us too soon, but I will always remember the fine young man he had become.

I understand the feeling of not wanting to celebrate the holiday Again this year. Depression is a hard emotion to work through. You may be feeling blue because the grandkids can’t visit this year, or finances are tight this year. I have been there also you keep putting one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward. Soon the holiday ends and a new year will begin.

I usually enjoy  decorating my house in simple Victorian finery, I buy the few gifts for friends and family on the list, enjoy what the holiday may bring. I  put on some Christmas music, put my Victorian village together, and try to stay in the spirit of the season. There is still so much to be thankful for. I love and miss my son so much, but I also have the fond memories to bring a smile to my heart.

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Visiting Hours In Heaven….

December 13, 2014 at 3:19 am (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Family stories, Memory writing, Uncategorized) (, , )

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If there were visiting

hours in heaven, my son Levi would have to find his mother a good hiding place, because I would never want to leave. Joking.. There are so many parents that wish they could spend the day with their dearly departed but know they can not. Some people has asked me if I could make one last meal for my son Levi what would I prepare?  It is a fair question to one who has not yet suffered the loss of a child. The pain lessens as time goes on,but it never really eases.

I do not entertain the thoughts of heaven. I know I will see Levi again soon and that is enough for me. god covers me in His encouraging word daily, His grace, His healing balm in my heart, and His assurance Levi is doing just fine.  God intended us to live in the present even though it is difficult  to keep moving forward some days.

I would like to share my view-point. I know sometimes there are situations you may not know what to say, there are some parents never get over a cross comment said in innocence. I had my share of comments after my son Levi’s death in July 2007. I have a strong faith that carried me through some of the tough questions and comments made. they hurt, but I got over them,others do not. Just think how you would feel if it were said to you about your loved one.

Lives can be forever changed in a moment. take the time to hug you children extra tight tonight, Have a nice sit down meal together, share what happened in your days. Let them know how proud you are of them and how glad you are they are in your lives. For one day soon…..

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A Skiff Of Snow

December 5, 2014 at 10:26 pm (COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Empty house, Memory writing, Middle age, Uncategorized) (, , , )

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It snowed during the night,

just a skiff mind you, but enough to put me in the holiday spirit. I put on some christmas music,and put the finishing touches on my home. It is easy to stay home,bundled up on the couch on a snowy day instead, a dear friend and I went to lunch. She had just moved back from Ireland. What a treat it was to not only see her again but she helped me put up my Victorian village for me. I love crafty people who can put together a display in minutes.

This time of year can be especially hard for many. Military families are worried for their loved ones, I lost my son in 2007 from a tragic car accident, there are financial strains and maybe pressure to buy the perfect gift. I know it is hard to find time to get together with friends or family, but I hope we are making lasting memories to share for years to come. If you live in the city and are fortunate enough to walk downtown seeing the window displays or taking the family  around the neighborhoods to look at lights(one my favorite holiday traditions) or just trimming the tree with the kids, it is magical time of year. 

I have been asked over the years how I can be so positive after loosing my son. I have so many fond memories of a time not so long ago where my young family would go to the resort and spend the afternoon seeing Santa, looking at the displays picking our favorite one. Levi, my son, always knew the reason we celebrate christmas. he always wanted to hang a stocking up for baby Jesus. my husband was terminally ill from diabetes, but we made the best of the holiday.I beleive time is what you make of it. Being depressed was not going to help me, so I decided to make some memories. I have so many treasured stories yet to tell. Life is what you make it, good or bad circumstances. I still have my mom who I see everyday. I have lived a blessed life and I am ever thankful to have been a wife and mother even if for a little while.

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A Magical time Of Year

November 30, 2014 at 10:53 pm (A Writer's Life, COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Empty house, Life beyond parenting, Memoir) (, , )




The most wonderful time of the year,

I took a drive downtown to see my city all lit up in its christmas finery. Main street looks beautiful minus the snow. There is something about this time of year that brings back so many precious memories for me. My parents always hosted the best parties. Dad would tow everyone around the neighborhood in his 1946 Willies’ jeep, when we couldn’t feel fingers or toes anymore, we would warm up with hot cocoa and cookies before heading back out for more sledding fun. My son made snow forts in the yard, Spending hours perfecting his creation. A weekend made in heaven for him.

Friends gathering for the annual tree cutting ceremony in the woods. Kids running through the forest helping find the perfect one.For those of us fortunate enough to live in God’s country and can go up and find your tree.The day spent at the local tree farm is a great family outing as well. The chili dinner afterwards, spending an evening sharing stories of christmas past. So many hit the slopes for snowboarding and skiing. I am afraid I would break my neck if I tried, so I  stay in the lodge cheering you on as you skied down the hill. It does not take much to capture the special moments of our lives.

Life is so hectic, sometimes it is difficult to plan an evening. The memories we create today, may be carried on by our children. My family would drive around Reseda looking at the beautiful home decorated.When I started my family, I carried on same tradition. I loved spending time with my family,we would vote on our favorite house. After my husband’s death, my young son and I would spend the day at the resort, looking at the displays and having hot cocoa before heading home. What a treasured memory my dad started way back when. Now, I gather with friends for a nice dinner and drive around looking at the lights wishing my son was here to share the special moment once again. I ponder if he would have had kids, carrying on the tradition.


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The Day Before Thanksgiving, And All Through Our great Nation….

November 26, 2014 at 8:47 pm (A Writer's Life, Empty house, Family stories, Life beyond parenting, Memoir, Uncategorized, Writier's writing, Writing) (, , , )



On this day before Thanksgiving,

some families are preparing for a day of feasting. Many in our Country are at unrest of an unexpected decision.Many lives were changed in a single moment. Some were happy at the decision, many others were outraged and had taken to the streets in violent outbursts. I pray we will allow God to come in and start healing the anger, the pain, the disappointment and support Michael browns family emotionally. How sad to see a mini Iraq right in our own backyard. There is no easy answer in this situation I understand, but violence of the magnitude is not the answer either. There were so many lives destroyed; many lost their livelihood due to fire and looting, police vehicles were destroyed(who pays for them?) I pray peace can once again come over Ferguson.

As far as the cartoon goes, it is sad we are loosing our holiday for an extra day to shop. I can remembera time not so long ago when you better be prepared on Thanksgiving because everything was closed . Mom and pop stores were open until noon, then they went home to have a meal with loved ones. Tha face of our country is changing it seems. tradition has taken a back seat to greed, so many going hungry, a bigger demand for heat assistance. Back East was clobbered by an incredible snow fall,now starts the massive clean-up effort. However you may celebrate tomorrow, may you be surrounded by those you hold near and dear and I know sometimes Aunt Edna or Uncle Harry can be difficult to be around, we can still learn so much from the wealth of history they bring, When they are gone, there will be no more stories to tell about your rich family history. Cherish the time you have with loved ones. It will my seventh Thanksgiving now without my son Levi, He died in 2007 in a tragic car accident. he was only 20 and went home too soon. Family is everything. Blessings.

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Thanksgiving Traditions

November 23, 2014 at 12:39 am (A Writer's Life, COMFORT AND JOY, Creative Non- Fiction, Empty house, Uncategorized, Writer's writing) (, , , , )

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Thanksgiving is a time to share what you are most thankful for. Some rise early in wee hours of the morning to begin cooking the meal, while others have a family style pot luck. Some enjoy a football game in the front yard or the park, while others watch their favorite teams play and root and or fight over who has the best team. some decide to pop in a favorite holiday movie while others retire in the formal living room for desert and coffee. 

In all our traditions there are so many who will not or can not enjoy the holidays. So many families pray for the safe return of son and daughters fighting for our freedom. Thank you for keeping us safe so we can enjoy the holiday. Many other families are grieving the loss of a loved on this year and feel someone is missing from the table. They make the most of the day. Others enjoy the day thankful for the many the food banks and churches that graciously donated their time to feed those less fortunate.

There is so much to be thankful for this holiday season. The love of family and friends, being able to come home this year, comfy clothing that expands, a good book,a warm fire, gathering around for a board game, taking a walk,what ever your tradition is, be safe, enjoy the company of loved ones for you never know when it will be the last time you see them. This will be my seventh Thanksgiving without my son Levi. he died in a tragic car accident in 2007. he was only 20. I have fond thanksgiving pasts and treasured memoies,but yes, someone is missing from outr table again this year.  treasure those you love and hold dear.

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