by Nancy Chamberlain
I forgot how hard my kindergarten teacher was, until my mom reminded me one day. “She would yell at you everyday, give you a pokey puppy stamp while she gave everyone else a happy or well done stamp at the end of the day.” Oh yeah. I had forgotten since she always smiled and said hi to me in the halls. I now realize she was just happy I was no longer in her class. This reminded me of my experiences with basketball. I forgot just how often I was on the bench and how I scored a point for the other team… Continue reading
Recently I had a conversation with a friend. Her oldest child was adopted as a baby by her husband and would soon celebrate a birthday. She wondered when she should let her child know about the adoption. Continue reading
Not everyone likes the vibe of a small town. Although I argue the point that the majority of us live in small communities. Even when I lived in big cities I still lived in rather small communities. I lived, shopped, and spent my leisurely down time within a few block radius. There will be those that refute my point but I maintain it for the majority of people. There is something about a community feel. Continue reading
I have fought in many battles.
I have seen my fair share of war.
I have buried many a friend
and sent so-called enemies to the grave.
I fought and fought until I said no more. Continue reading
By Nancy Lee
Dreams are interesting things. I love having dreams and remembering them enough to convey them to other people.
by Marilyn M. Irwin
Lately a lot of thoughts have been invading my thoughts.
A lot of them most would deem socially unacceptable.
So I sit quietly and keep them in. Continue reading
The cowboy might have been
a tough ranch hand
alone most days
set in his ways
a nomad roaming the land. Continue reading
There is a place
not too far away
that is hidden
to the human eye
but where the antelope play. Continue reading
by Marilyn Irwin
When I was younger, my light shone bright, my light shone loud
Everyone saw it, quite quickly in fact
I knew it was there, which made it shine brighter
It made me care, made me smile, made me proud to be me. Continue reading
by Marilyn M. Irwin
Today I did something that I have never done before. I bought a card from the “Happy Birthday Dad” section. See, I was brought up by an amazing, single mother and never needed to peruse the card options with the “dad” labels. It was never something I longed to do or something that made me sad or filled me with a concern that I was missing out. I was always perfectly happy skipping those cards and moving on to other options labeled “Uncle” or “Grandfather”. These card options have always been ones I read and chose from twice a year- birthdays and Father’s Day. The men with these titles hold a special place in my heart. They were the male figures I admired and went to for any type of paternal advice that the matron of my home couldn’t give because she was, well, the matron. My uncle and my grandpa both raised quite amazing kids of their own so I figured, they had enough experience to help me with my life too. They had good references if I ever needed them. They have always been there for me and I am blessed that they could make up for one’s lack.