Americans are Not All Immigrants

2/3/17 There are updates to this post since last night It has been bugging me that so many seem to have forgotten. These past few weeks I’ve heard over and over again about America being a nation that is made up wholly of immigrants. Everyone knows that is not so. That, to me, is what’s currently referred to in American politics as an “altered fact.” It probably wouldn’t have bothered me except there are all those news people shouting that “words count” and everyone from everywhere demanding foreigners have immediate access to the USA and all the fighting about “proper vetting.” Don’t … Continue reading Americans are Not All Immigrants

Never Surrender

This is in response to the Daily Prompt: Devastation There were a few Christians counseling her on the sly. They pointed out scripture that said she should submit to her husband in whatever he required. “Even if it’s wrong?” she asked. “Yes.” They answered. She couldn’t accept that. She wouldn’t accept that. Last night, things came to a head when she leveled with her husband, “He said that if I choose to go to work tomorrow, he will rape me. I  don’t want to go!” “You will go!” He slammed his fist down on the kitchen table. She flinched.  Her stomach suddenly … Continue reading Never Surrender

The Companionship of a Stranger

Today’s Word Prompt from the Daily Post: Marathon. The meaning I’m using is : Any long and arduous undertaking. The more difficult something is to endure, the more vulnerable we are,  that is when safety in companionship really can make a difference, even when it comes from a stranger. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. —Psalms 63:7 I held a wild bird again today. I held him for a long time after finding him sitting up, bewildered, inside our wheelbarrow. He’d slammed into our front-room window and knocked himself for a doozy. I … Continue reading The Companionship of a Stranger

Lil’ Rebel

The days assignment from the Daily Post: Transcript: For this week’s challenge, preserve something ephemeral by transforming it. . . . So let’s define “transcribing” as broadly as possible: you could share an old photo from your childhood album, or snap a photo of a handwritten note from your best friend when you were 11. Record yourself singing a tune that hasn’t made it to iTunes, draw a sketch of your favorite room in your grandparents’ house, or simply write down a memorable conversation that would otherwise be lost to time. I can’t wait to see what you dig up … Continue reading Lil’ Rebel

When Storms Come

Fall and winter equate to Turbulent times, but not just this year. No. Throughout history. I spent a few hours this evening going through a box containing memories: photos, letters, cards, school work I saved not only done by my children, but the children we fostered and my siblings, too. Memories of those whom I love and have loved. I see happy times within the pictures and read warming thoughts within the letters and cards. But times change. People change. Many of those young fresh faces so full of promise drifted away when storms came. Their storms. My storms. Yet I see … Continue reading When Storms Come

Developing Your Eye: Photography Day 1

Today’s assignment is: What does home look like to you? I am so non-mechanical that cameras are hard for me to understand. We recently had to purchase a new “family” camera because  of a sort of funny incident. We had our two granddaughters up here for the month of July and the younger one had a birthday during that month. Well, while they were here I had t hem working on a scrapbook about t he things they were doing while with grandma and grandpa and so there were a ready supply of poster paper, fancy schmancy scissors, photos printed … Continue reading Developing Your Eye: Photography Day 1

The September Song

September is a time for warm sunshine between rain storms; fire smoke, football (Go Hawks!) and hunting. It’s a rough and tumble time of year , early fall. It’s a time of  year for mulled cider, and starting homemade items to give as presents come Christmas because all those presents take longer to make than you think and before you know it there will be others over wanting to work on their gifts at your place and when that happens, you’ll have to have theirs already finished and hid. It’s a time wild birds get drunk on Madrona berries and … Continue reading The September Song