My mom was an artist. As an artist, she found many outlets for her creativity. One outlet was painting ceramics. Her dad and stepmother owned a ceramic shop and she helped out. Along the way, her family were benefactors of ceramic projects big and small. I remember her painting four angel ornaments for the tree. One boy and three girls, or in other words, one for my brother and one for my sisters and me.
For years the angels hung on her Christmas tree every year. Her little angels painted with love by our guardian angel.
Every year for thirty some years her angels hung on momma’s tree.
But all things come to an end. This Christmas, the angels were divided and each hung on different trees in two states and three towns. Mom’s angels are separated by distance but still connected by memory and love.
Okay, I can totally do this whole New Year thing. I got this. Let me just take a little nap first. Continue reading
They say “Happy New Year!”
but what does that mean?
It’s just another day;
the same old scene. Continue reading
Not much left to this season. Hopefully, our focus is right where it should be. Merry Christmas!
It’s the day before the day before Christmas Eve and there is plenty to do and keep busy and there is no time for relaxing or lagging because everything is quite in a tizzy. One Continue reading
This thought occurred to me the other day. What if Santa really is real? He just bypasses my house every year because of where my name is at on the list. So, I’d never know he’s real.
Dangme. Continue reading
It’s easy to drown this time of year. We try to pack so much into so little time (despite the ever growing season). If we’re not careful or plan carefully we may lose sight of what’s important. Then what? Continue reading
Ugh! I used to love the Christmas season. There was such a feeling in the air of love and excitement. It felt like anything truly was possible. Continue reading
Years ago I worked as a clerical temp in an office. I don’t remember the names of the people I worked with but I do remember one thing about the office manager. Whenever someone thanked her she replied with a firm, vocal, confident “You are welcome.” No grunts. No “aw shucks.” No “you bet.” But always a clear “you’re welcome.”
I liked that. Continue reading
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