I Was Robbed!

Ohhhh My God, Dee! I can’t tell you how you put my heart racing at 100 mph!! I’m sure it’s just me because I was exposed to a spree of abducting girls from parking lots way back when in the Sacramento area. They all turned up dead. I’m happy that you didn’t lose any money and were not hurt. Please don’t ever approach your car with a van parked next to you. This is a favorite ploy to abduct women. Not meant to scare you but want to keep you and yours safe!! I guess I’ll be worrying about you jogging on the trail. A treadmill at the gym???

You can chalk this post as a mystery thriller for me!! I’m going to have to do some deep breathing. So thankful you are ok!!!!!!

Thriving Not Surviving

As I drove into the park I checked the time on the clock. It was 9:36. I was later than I’d planned – by 6 minutes – because I’d stopped for gas on my way. Did the time matter? No, that’s just how I am sometimes. I had hoped to be home by 10:30 but that seemed unlikely. I wanted to run and wasn’t sure how far I’d make it.

Was it more important to be home early or run further? I hadn’t decided yet.

As I pulled into the lot at the back of the park, I mentally debated which spot to take. I pulled into one in front of the bathroom, just to the left of the walkway. Why did I put so much thought into which spot to take? The parking lot only had a few cars in it so it didn’t matter. I was going running…

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Children and Art

A Teacher's Reflections

Today we begin our month-long journey of creating masterpieces for our annual Art Show.

“It took me a lifetime to learn to draw like a child.” -Picasso-

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.” -Monet-

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.” 
-van Gogh-

“Color is a power that directly influences the soul.  Color is the keyboard.  The artist is the hand that plays.”  -Kandinsky-

“There are flowers for those who want to see them.”  -Matisse-


P.S.  There really is a red house in Starry Night.  Thank you, Snoopy.  And thank you, Liam, for pointing this out to me years ago when you were four years old.  I never saw it, but you did.  Children catch far more than we do.

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safari of poetry

The Lonely Author


safari of poetry


Look at me the big game hunter
On a safari of poetry
Determined to capture the elusive feline
With words that pique curiosity

Searching through thick jungle bush
Her tropical metaphors left me bare
And a trail of her verses led me
Unexpectedly to her empty lair

Am I still the big game hunter
Or has the prey become me
For I set the trap
Yet, I’m captured by her poetry

It’s good to finally be back. One day this week, I will post some vacation pics.

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SENSE OF HUMOR… a short story

Kevin Parish

white bed comforter set and brown wooden bed frame beside brown wooden nightstand
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As he walked the halls

Waiting for her return

He relives their lives together.

High school sweethearts

Falling in love and getting

Married straight out of school.

The children have grown up

And started families of their own.


How did that happen?

It seems like yesterday,

But it was a long time ago.

Here she is.


“Goodnight, my love!

Sweet dreams!

I will wait for you

Hereon the other side.

You’re going to love it here.

God has a great sense of humor!”

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