UPDATE: I WAS HACKED

It pays to check on your WordPress sites. One of mine was hacked. I have not yet checked them all. I’ve been busy this past year  working on projects that kept me away from the computer. This evening I thought to check on my sites here and at GoDaddy (GD) under my “scribbles to compositions dot com.” Imagine my shock when (at my GD WordPress site) I saw a bunch of posts there that I never wrote! Those posts even had comments. Hundreds of them. Some thief somehow hacked in and used my site to write their own articles (honestly, I didn’t … Continue reading UPDATE: I WAS HACKED

Moments in Time

This is my answer to the Daily Post photo challenge: Collage. I read this wonderful bulletin board within a quaint Mercantile Store while waiting for a warmly personable elderly woman to make me her personal recommendation for me, a Macadamia nut and white chocolate (with whipped cream) latte during a (very) recent  sort of local camping trip. Notice the box of crayons inside the Comments & Suggestions box? My personal favorites: “Don’t stop imagining. The day you do is the day you die.” And (although I’m a Seahawks fan) that banana slug “slime-men” the green grass with the “Go Bills” … Continue reading Moments in Time

To All, to Each

We moved onto a five-acre forest back in the summer of ’88. We had an ax, a shovel, a saw, a tent, and two 55-gallon barrels we’d use for our water. It was mid-July when we spent our first night there. As we sat around the campfire, hundreds of eyes glowed within the shadows of surrounding trees. I was reminded of the movie Snow White when she is running through the woods in the dark, spooked by all those eyes who, in the light of morning, turned out to be the friendly creatures of the forest, curious about her. Which … Continue reading To All, to Each

The Scent of a Memory

My Grandmother Ethel was the only AVON lady in Twin Falls Idaho for many, many years. I remember  her so vivid when I smell such things as the original Skin So Soft oil. Once, a few years back, I spotted Avon selling an old fragrance, one they don’t sell any more but were running the vintage scent for a limited time, so I ordered it because I recalled that bottle as one Grandma Williams had on her oval-mirrored vanity. It was a tall, golden-yellow bottle, slimmer towards the top. It had an orange plastic rendition of a jewel on the … Continue reading The Scent of a Memory

Sentimental

I love the play of light and shadow—moody places in time—to soak them up into my being—to treasure and share. Realizing I am connected to the past and sharing the present. Time seems meaningless. Who touched that tree, alone, and thought about their lover? Who leaned against it while embracing their love?  Don’t tell me it didn’t happen. I feel it so it did, and will continue to do so. I touch the tree, gently, and lean into it thinking of you . . . This post was inspired by the Daily Post prompt: Evanescent.   Continue reading Sentimental

A New Generation Descends Upon

It was Mother’s Day and time for the youngest grandchild to descend the path and touch his reflection within the gently trickling waters of the special place I take every grandchild to on their very first “hike” with me. Years before, another: And so it goes. It might not be the Blarney Stone, but it is a right of passage. Silly, nutty Grandma! It’s’ what I do. This post was triggered by The Daily Post: Descend   Continue reading A New Generation Descends Upon