A Shared Room

June 13, 2017 at 8:45 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , )


Growing up, my family lived on the outskirts of town on a ranch. My twin brother and I were in 4-H. We raised sheep, ducks,horses,rabbits and were visited often by the snakes who loved to snack on baby rabbits. I look back on my youth with a new appreciation. I used to dream of switching homes for the weekend with one of my friends. I laughed to myself every time I heard how lucky I am to get to ride my horse anytime I wanted. You also paid for the hay to feed your horse, cleaned the big smelly coral, had to brush the horse everyday. , You get up at six every morning to feed and water the sheep and the rabbits. Then rush to get dressed and eat breakfast before heading the mile walk to the bus stop. I lived a mile away from the nearest housing tract. ( some friends were still jealous). 

 I sometimes envied my friends because they had a few more girls to go into town with and play with. I only had my brother and the animals to talk to. Having a twin brother was fine until one of you wore out his or her welcome and then you fought. Life is always greener on the other side of the AstroTurf. I can really say I had to realize not everyone was lucky enough to have a horse at eight years old with a huge orchard behind my house yo ride. My parent kept a couple of horses for family because we had such a big coral. On weekends we usually had a crowd for dinner and then horse back riding. My dad was the proud owner of a 1946 Willies Jeep,so we had fun driving around the many trails and mountains behind our house. 

I didn’t realize how lucky I was to have only my twin brother until I started to sleep over at a friend’s house. My brother and I had always had our own bedroom. We both shared a bathroom,but we had our own space. I used to watch a few sitcoms in the 1970’s and wondered how  sisters and brothers could  share the same room and bathroom without taking a number. I did not realize closet space was at a premium, shared dressers,you had to all agree on a room color and pictures, no privacy, wanting to borrow your older sisters clothes. Some of my friends had two sisters and a brother.

When my brother and I were teens, we decorated our rooms in our taste. When we moved into the house,my dad painted the room the color of our choice,as we got older, we put up posters.  I had a crush on Randolph Mantooth,you could not see an inch of my walls through the posters of Johnny and Roy. I grew out of the phase and decided I wanted to skip over my teenage years and just have a young adult bedroom instead. I opted for roses everywhere. We are so funny in out teens aren’t we? i cherish the many wonderful memories of teaching a friend how to ride my horse and trying to talk her into getting back on my horse after he bucked her off. She wouldn’t budge and my horse just stood there waiting for her to get back on. I had to do the noble deed. You could almost see my horse snickering at her. I realize I had a good childhood living  life on the ranch not sharing my bedroom with anyone except my occasional guest. 


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Everything Is Temperary

September 28, 2015 at 9:02 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Middle age) (, , )

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Yesterday my twin brother and I celebrated a birthday,

we both live in different states,so we could not celebrate together. I was talking to him on the phone, and he told me his daughter was waiting for him to finish so they could go have lunch together. When the call ended, I felt a tinge of melancholy. I lost my son eight years ago to a tragic car accident. He was only 20. I remember Levi taking my mom and I to the Olive garden for my birthday dinner not so long ago. A dear friend took me to dinner and shopping for my birthday yesterday. I missed my son, but had a nice time with my friend.

I remember growing up as a twin my friends always asked ‘what is it like being a twin?’ Well, you always have someone to play with and keep you company doing your chores around the ranch.(Until on of us wore out the welcome). We both raised sheep for the fair. We would walk our lambs 1 mile every morning and every night to get ready.(It was fun training your not so happy lamb to walk on a leash for the first time). Even though we don’t see each other as much as we would like, we still have a good relationship.

Sometimes life takes a different turn than what we expected. I  thought I would see my son get married, have children buy his first house, his first mini-van. Life is precious and it is too short. take the time to make lasting memories. Use you video camera at the stupidest things,for they are important bargaining tools when the kids enter the teen years. We are not promised tomorrow, I make the most of the beautiful days I am given by God.

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My Twin Brother

February 6, 2015 at 5:48 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Twins, Uncategorized) (, , , )

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I am glad to have you as my brother.

I always had someone to talk to .

Someone to share my troubles with.

We did our daily chores together,

and enjoyed taking long horseback rides.

We taught our lamb how to walk on a leash.

We ran our lambs for the dreaded mile around the driveway getting ready for the fair.

We shared the same friends.

We even dated each other’s friends.

It was fun growing up with you.

We had a lot of good times, and even in the hardships in growing up,  we both persevered.

God could’t have given me a better friend, and a brother than you.

I am glad that I am your sister.

I love you Jeff.

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A Very Busy Two Weeks.

October 31, 2011 at 3:29 am (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , )

I have had a very busy two weeks so far. Last weekend, I went to a Heavenly Tea party. I bought four kinds of tea to sip in one of my pretty cups on my Victorian settee. I had a good time listening to all the health benefits of sipping a good cup of tea. I was surprised to learn that drinking 2 cups of green tea a day can reduce your risk of cancer by 70 per cent.Wow. It is getting colder here now, so I like to sip my tea watching it rain or watch the dreaded snow fall on the weekend. There were new friends made, good cups of tea and also some good food served as well. So my Saturday was a nice one.

Sunday, was my mom’s birthday last week. She had some good friends over for her luncheon after church. It was nice to see everyone again and to help celebrate mom turning 74 this year. I took mom out to dinner Wednesday night at Applebee’s. She is not able get to go out much, so it was fun to go somewhere for a little while.

I submitted a request to buy some radio time from air One radio. I also requested a telephone interview. The station e-mailed me back. I will keep you posted on when the radio commercial will be played. I will also post the commercial to my FB page and Amazon.com page as well. I also submitted two more stories to Chicken soup For The Soul book and Angels On Earth book. I will let  know what I hear back. The magazines did not accept my last round of stories to be printed,but then you just keep submitting. This has been such an exciting time in my life. I never in my wildest dreams though for one, I would write a book, and market it, or two be keeping as busy as I am now. It has been hard work and very rewarding as well.

In December, The Coeur d ‘Alene Library is hosting a big book signing event for all the local authors. There will be an art show, poetry reading and then the book signing itself. I am so excited to be part of this fullfilled event.I plan on reading a poem that my son had written. I will also be telling a little bit about my book. I am proud to be able to be part of Idaho Writer’s League. I get to be a part of a geat group of people who share ideas and help you create better material.

In November, I will be attending two events.. One will be a Mary Kay Christmas Party next weekend already. The second event will be a craft fair at the Post Falls High School. Gosh, then the next week after that is Thanksgiving already. Mom and I are going across the street to her neighbors house. I also told mom, she could not wear her sunday best over to dinner.(her night gown and bathrobe) I also told her no book in hand as we go over either. I know I am no fun at all. You have look presentable to the Thanksgiving dinner nor can you read while over there. I am just kidding. I don’t want any of my readers to tell me I am an aweful daughter. But folks who know my mom…

Have a very safe and Healthy Halloween tomorrow night. I have not decided where I am going yet. I have two church Harvest parties I could attend or I could stay home and hibernate. the latter idea sounds ralyy good so far. I am really tired from working 10 hour days anymore.

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