My little chele Grace is nine today! Purple is her favorite color but she will any color when it comes to flowers; she loves flowers in any shape or form. Living on 10acres, with huge fields of flowers ( pretty weeds mostly), her little hands are filled with bundles every time we step outside. She…… Continue reading Baby girl’s 9th birthday
Do you dream of the familiar ground of faces, voices and smell of food that raised you on the road home? . Do you dread the familiar ground of cold faces, voices and walls that broke you as a child? . Either way, the road home is always familiar! ~Susan McMillan
As we close 2017 into 2018, once again I am thankful for the gift of Life. I know for a fact that many have lost their lives throughout the year or perhaps many have lost their loved ones. And in those moments, I am reminded yet again that life is a gift; in fact, every…… Continue reading Thankful for 2017
As I have mentioned before, Christmas time always takes me back to my grandma’s place. Every December, our large extended family would come together under my grandma’s domain. Grandpa was present too but it was grandma’s boat to ride. Grandma’s place was home without a doubt. She created a place that we all wanted to…… Continue reading Home for Christmas
Cruel space Upon a lost “soul” amidst A “hunting” crowd Filled with noise From loud voices scattered in the air Like bad perfume . Brutal Are the well composed Beings posed in well Pressed shirts and dresses With neckties to match their distress As they sway from Street to street . The air is heavy…… Continue reading The city.
Today, I met a friend In you; the stranger next to me. We agree history has made us strangers; Enemies! but… Let’s try; let’s try to be friends, Let’s try… let’s try to agree on something; Something that will make history worth keeping. Let’s try… Walking at the same pace, Without trying to outrun one…… Continue reading Try…
Four walls, a roof and any one is good to live in it. Perhaps the older I get the more I realize that just having a structure does not make a place a home. You could even call it a meeting station for the family. And perhaps the busier our lives get, the more truth…… Continue reading Creating a home out of our four walls.
