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Christmas Poetry

- reblogged from Stevie Turner 's site. Stevie suggested we share our Christmas peoems, so if you have one you would like to share, post the link in the comments and I will post it on the run up to Chrimstas. CHRISTMAS EVE The clock ticks on as I lie and wait,My stocking along my… Continue reading Christmas Poetry

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Island Tales

When I came to live on this island, we had a dog. It was fun exploring, but sadly she was old and our adventures were limited. When she died, we were never getting another one. Eight months later, we thad Tilly, another Yorkshire terrier. This time a puppy, as Jodie was a rescue dog, coming… Continue reading Island Tales

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Just Our Imagination

I was reading through other WordPress sites, as you do, and came across this interesting article about riding a bike. It took me back to being a child when when we played on the streets for hours with them. My brother and I used to pretend they were horses and we had an army of… Continue reading Just Our Imagination

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A Case For Adjectives?

I don't know why I haven't been following Carole's blog before. A sheer oversight! I loved this story and didn't expect the ending at all. How sad really. I wanted to see the magic of this story with my followers. Please follow the link and Carole's blog.    

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Soul Mates

This is an interesting observational piece about soul mates. So much is written about finding your soul mate and I must say I agree with this blogger. I've been married for over forty years and we are not soul mates, we are complete opposites, but, somehow it works. Soul Mates  Reblogged from 'Stories I've Never… Continue reading Soul Mates

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Book Excerpt: The Morning My Husband Passed

Sad days.

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Six years ago today, my husband was found dead in his room at the nursing home where he’d spent the past month. I’d been caring for him at home for six years after two strokes paralyzed his left side. He’d started going downhill, finally getting to the point where I could no longer lift him.

I’d hoped to get him into Greenhouse,, a facility where residents live in cottages holding no more than twelve occupants and each have their own room and bath,. However, there was a six-month waiting list for people on Medicaid, so he and I decided that he should move to a regular nursing home for the time being. He must have decided he couldn’t wait for greener pastures.

The following poem, from My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds, talks about how I learned…

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Isolation

By © Paul White 2017 Evenings come early in October, the skies begin to dim after lunch and keep getting darker until the nightfall's, which is around six o'clock. It is what living so far north, on the edge of the loch entails. It is a continuous way of life, a life stretching back a… Continue reading Isolation

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Time for You

Sometimes you read something that captures something special. I saw this on the Miraculous Smile website - which you may want to follow - and it, well it made me smile. Today, we are all so busy doing things and back in the 90s I was sitting in an office and one of the guys… Continue reading Time for You

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Talking Dirty

It’s so nice when someone is inspired by what you have written.
So I am reblogging Abbie’s take on this subject.

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Thanks to the Magic of Stories for inspiring this post. Karen J. Mossman talks, in a way, about creating a balance between being realistic and providing an escape for our readers.

Can you think of any scenes where people go to the bathroom? I’m going to be vain and tell you that in my memoir, My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds, I talk about going to the bathroom a lot. In one scene, I’m making oatmeal, and my husband Bill, totally blind and partially paralyzed by two strokes, is sitting at the kitchen table in his wheelchair. Suddenly, he says, “Oooh, I gotta pee. Oh, it’s too late. I wet my pants.” This gives my readers an idea of what I went through as a caregiver.

What about farting? In Larry McMurtry’s The Last Picture Show, there’s…

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Me Too!

I picked this up from Facebook this morning and followed the blog link, it's a really interesting article about sexual harassment and some close encounters.  Elizabeth is brave sharing her own experiences and it made me think of mine. I'm five years younger that she is, and the world was a different place back then.… Continue reading Me Too!