Home Remedies: Let the Wind Blow Through
emotions are like smells…they linger
get rid of them as soon as possible, vent, open window etc.
Author: Mary Jo
True to Life Tuesday: Slices
I woke up swinging today.
The fight wasn’t my own and I never let fly any literal punches, but I felt the blows to my temple and gut.
When my eyelids are sprung by bird calls and 5:15 sunshine, I don’t mind. When my whole body jerks to a scream…
Poor Sister
When Janice looked close at her sister
She was shocked by a huge fever blister
This would not behoove
For their dad wouldn’t approve
Of the boy that had secretly kissed her
Just Close Your Eyes
“mom the sun is in my eyes!”
You can close your eyes, because you aren’t driving.
Isn’t that what God asks us to do?
We complain about hindrances to our calling and He shakes His head saying…”rest, I’ve got this.”
Trading Up
This is the last week of school. The boys are so excited and I am excited for them. Ivan especially cannot wait to call himself a first grader instead of a kindergartener.
It’s the last Monday to have this. This today, with all it’s weaknesses i…
Home Remedies: Art Shows and Card Displays
I love to display my kid’s artwork. I have to rotate it out regularly and make room for more fabulous drawings and paintings.
I’ll be honest, I don’t always like what they make. Sometimes I don’t see the value in the subject, sometimes I have to…
The Inventor
A sweet little dreamer named Ivan,
Saw himself in the future just thrivin’.
He’s a famous inventor,
With Miss Mary his mentor,
There’s no limit to where he’s arrivin’.
Home Remedies: Sweeping It Under the Rug
We don’t have time to argue and debate, or maybe we don’t have the strength for one more conversation on a belabored topic, maybe we just don’t want to, so we have to put it somewhere. The dust we stir up is just tangible enough to drive us from the room and we often don’t come back until it’s settled again to the floor and then we can walk over it or even better, we can sweep it under the rug.
Sadly, I think most couples, most families, don’t go anywhere.
The other day I was sweeping the floor near our front door and had to move the rug to sweep out from under it. I th…
Indolent Bert
An indolent fellow named Bert
Was as stiff as the starch in his shirt
His will to say “no”
Had embodied him so
That his friends finally judged him inert
What Did She Say to You?
When she sat in the chair in the corner, with the sunlight falling on her bed and the sounds of outdoors, the birds, the children and the whirring of insects came blowing in through her patio window, what did she say to you?
When she was too warm to…