Repeated because I feel compelled to say something, but I honest to goodness don’t know what to say … ♥ You see, for me, it seems So. Incredibly. Easy. because it’s all about respect. Respect for our flag. Respect for our country. Respect for you, for others. Respect for us. US. & I often wonder, …
I stumbled upon this image yesterday and mush, I instantly became. Butterflies. Turtle tears. waaaaaa. I then looked up lachryphagy because I had never, ever heard this word before and although it’s definition has the makings of a pretty intense horror movie I prefer to remain comfortably blanketed in awe. And how very fragile, this …
If you feel as if you’ve heard this one before ?? uh, yep. & Here’s to enjoying it again. Happy January 1, 2021, my friends ! ——————– I was 23 years old or thereabouts and all I recall of the night’s festivities is glee. I don’t remember where we went. I don’t remember who we …
Out with the old !! In with the NEW !! I find myself chiming this day, every year, as if a number on a calendar will magically, TA-DA !! just like THAT !! change everything. And ohhhh, if only it could. If only … But hmmm. Just WHAT would I change, exactly ?? Cuddle up, …
A few days after we enthusiastically rang in the new year, I sliced my finger. Had I paid a bit more attention to the plastic covering outside instead of the AWESOMENESS inside ?? my unfortunate mishap would not have happened. But, duh !! on me !! with Neosporin and a band-aid, so I began 2020 & ahhhh. …
Repeated with love, for those who miss their someone. ♥ She’s here. Hunkered cozily in my head like she does every now and again, whispering a holiday hello. I can feel her. She has blanketed herself around me. She’s so loving, so happy. I’m usually grateful when she stops by because she continually reminds me …
Truth be told, it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I knew what I wanted to convey, but scribble, scratch, scratch and scribble became my early answers. So walk away, I did, to ponder, to think. And I need to give an enthusiastic shout-out to PBS American Portrait for, once again, handing …
The complexity of the number is much too staggering to even begin to comprehend. But taken by one. Her story. Plus one. His story. Plus one. Their story. Plus one. Each story. PlusonePlusonePlusonePlusonePlusone … and I seriously could sit right down and all out cry for every, single, unique individual taken by the beast dubbed …
What’s THIS ??!?? you wonder. It’s a sunbeam I just happened to notice. I took her picture because it looked as if she was hiding, extremely hesitant to step up and out. Does anybody care ?? Should I even bother ?? And funny she should ask because after x amount of days with cloudy clouds ruling …