Category Archive:Family

I once fantasized about becoming a nun, taking the habit. I would be a Bride of Christ, with vows of poverty and, occasionally, silence.

I contacted Mother Superior for the order teaching in my small parochial school. Mother answered my letters with wisdom, humility and love. She encouraged me to pray, to seek if this was God’s will for me.

In high school my world was expanded. Still parochial school, but several schools combined. Options! I met my heART when we were only 15.

I shucked the habit and took on a ring to become the bride of Art. No regrets.

Valentine's dinner smooch 2016

Valentine’s dinner smooch 2016

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Written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge, this is a second version of the prompt HABIT. True stories are sometimes better than fiction. :)

6 months ago I walked into the building, frightened and worried about the love of my life. He’d been flown by helicopter while I’d had to follow by driving 150+ miles. What followed was nearly a month of anxious moments interspersed with moments of joyful improvements.

It felt strange to walk back into that place today. But this was a thankful day. In my arms, a basket filled with goodies for the staff of the intensive care unit. I gave tearful hugs and answered questions about his current health. It was a much better day than that day in July.

100 Word Challenge

8 broken ribs and a crushed sternum (from compressions) meant a heart shaped pillow to cradle.

8 broken ribs and a crushed sternum (from compressions) meant a heart shaped pillow to cradle.

My husband suffered a massive cardiac arrest July 31st and was hospitalized 26 days, followed by 30 days in a rehabilitative care facility. That was followed by 12 weeks of cardiac rehab. Hubbymoose is currently settled in his chair next to me and doing well. We are thankful.


His gruff voice and grumpy exterior belie the man he really is. Inside all that is a gentle giant, an honorable man. He is the man our daughters’ children call Paw-Paw, GrrAMpa and Gramps. He has changed bums, wiped noses, dangled babies on his knees. He has loved and he has disciplined. But mostly he has loved. 44 years a Dad and 22 of those he has been a grand-dad. If a ride is needed, he is first in line to offer. If a paddling is required he is first to encourage another avenue of correction. He is love personified.
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written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: GRUFF

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Ah tole you! We done missed the bus cause you doin that shuffle ‘long two step. Dad burned younguns! Lissasue! Stand up straight, now y’hear? Ima sit raht here and rest mah dogs.
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Written for the trifextra challenge – 33 words using the above picture as the launch point. These are mine – where are yours?
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When Granny died, and after we had all cried, we trooped to the attic seeking the treasure chest. It was a simple and plain pine box, but special because Pappy had made it for her.

“My hope chest” she’d called it. She used to open it, if we’d been ‘specially good, and let us peek inside.

We’d try on her gauzy dresses. “From the olden days,” she’d croon. “Your Pappy and Granny could surely cut a rug back then.”

She’d let us hold Pappy’s gold pocket watch. “Gave him that the day we jumped the broom, I did.”

She allus called us her “packa younguns”.

“Remember to love each other, take care of each other. You need to band together. You are stronger together than you are by yourselves. That’s how Pappy and I were. I swan, when I lost him I lost some of my stren’th.”

Then, she’d close up the treasures again with a sigh and we’d go down to the kitchen for cookies and milk.

And now Granny’s gone on to dance again with Pappy. She left us with a smile on her face, and her hair? I’d a-sworn she was wearin’ a halo the way her hair glowed.

The old house had been left to the pack. We left the hope chest there in the attic. It was nice to know we could still find Granny and Pappy whenever we wanted.

photo from Adirondack Furniture
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Written for trifecta’s challenge – BAND. These are my words . . . where are yours?