July 18th, 2016 / Categories: Moose Nuggets
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I make gentle fun of my oldest daughter and her friends. I also make fun of my assistant.
You may well ask why I would do that. Just turn on any news network to hear about the latest craze sweeping the world.
I’ve lived through my fair share of crazes: Beatlemania, troll dolls, etc. I hate to be a fuddy-duddy about it all, but I guess I am. There are bigger things in the world to worry about. I know this craze is helping to take people’s minds off those bigger things. Maybe that’s a good thing.
Pikachu for President!
written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge – go thou and do likewise.
April 25th, 2016 / Categories: Moose Nuggets
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My heart is heavy tonight. I seek answers that are not available.
Another young person committed suicide this week, the second this week. Our community is small. We all know someone who knew someone who knew these young people. Or, we knew them ourselves.
We share tears and deep sadness tonight asking the questions that will never be able to be answered. Because they took the questions AND the answers with them.
All we can do is reach out in love and compassion to the rest of the community. We care. You are worthy. You are loved.
Let us in.
written with sadness for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge: Search.
Suicides often cluster. Our community had several just a few months ago. And, now these two. I am praying there will be no more.
April 14th, 2016 / Categories: Moose Nuggets
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“Don’t call me hillbilly,” Grandma always told us. “I was raised in Kentucky. I’m a hill-William!”
My sister and I giggled and plotted the next time we could raise her ire.
You see, there is the South, complete with gentle southerners; and there are the hills where gun-toting, moonshine-swilling, revenooer-hating hillbillies lived.
I grew up in the city surrounded by concrete, humanity and black-belching buses, from “the Bottoms,” a neighborhood mostly forgotten by the rest of Columbus. Nevertheless, it was not country – or hillbilly heaven – or southern.
They each have their place. I’m a city girl. My place was home.
Written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge: SOUTH. My sister and I loved to get Grandma’s ire up. Calling her hillbilly was just one of many ways.
April 5th, 2016 / Categories: Moose Nuggets
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Hour upon hour. Minute upon minute. They tick down while I tick down. Getting older is not for sissies, you see. There will be doctors. There will be medicines. There will be little twinges letting you know this is not your first hour here. But the bright side? It is not your finishing either. Enjoy these hours. Give them your utmost. Listen to the birds. Revel in the wind. Twirl like no one else is. Greet the next genesis of you with joy. Enjoy their smiles, their hugs, their love. Spurred on by love, conquer the world.
the above drivel about aging and grandchildren is written for Tara’s latest 100 Word challenge . . . to write 100 words without using the letter A. Seriously? Harder than you think. I mean, look at all the A’s in this after-word. Right?
Thanks for the challenge, Tara.
March 29th, 2016 / Categories: Moose Nuggets
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Extra glasses. Check
Enough underwear to clothe poor kids in foreign countries. Check
Food. Enough to feed an army. Check
Books (never to be read – who had time?) Check
As we unpacked each item we shook our heads and chuckled. Today we laugh even harder. All of us do. At that time we feared one of us would never see the humor. (he lived!)
When I drove to Anchorage to be with my heART I forgot my meds. Daughter packed a box. I shall forever be grateful for her kindness. And all those underwear. Oh my.
written for the 100 Word prompt LIST. Thanks, Tara.