Updated About – 2017

A new day, a new dawn, a new year….2017!  Welcome to my blog.  I started this around a year or so ago, and had no idea anyone would read it.  It was a cathartic endeavor.  I’m glad you decided to take a chance and read some of my stuff.  I’m excited to know more of you here on the blogoverse.   Or whatever it’s called.  Sometimes I like my own words better.  I have a sense of humor and usually write that way.  I speak my mind, what little of it there is left and don’t mean to offend anyone.  Well there is this one….nah, JK.  

I am a widow since 2013, live alone in a semi- handicapped apartment in Wyoming.  I have three grown children with families and my grandchildren are pictured below.  I love them without measure, and may brag about them a bit. I love the challenges and try some of them.  Once in a while I have a serious moment and write about it.  I hope you’ll visit often and leave your calling card so I can visit you!

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Daily Prompt:  Gone

Gone, yup, just gone. Every living thing, gone, as far as I can see. Completely flat, not even a hill! Why I survived, I’ll never know. It’s completely barren now. A dirt landscape with no trees, no birds, no grass, no animals. Not even tracks of any kind! It’s as if it’s the very beginning of a new world…..but why am I here? Why did I survive only to be tortured by my existence? What kind of hell is this?

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Picture Prompt-26

“Are you coming?”  Joe asked impatiently.  “It’s not that bad.  See that guy down there?  Look how he’s skiing, definite beginner.  If he can do it, surely you’ll give it a try!”  Joe was an excellent skier.  He was fast and accurate, his red pants and no ski jacket confirmed he was used to the atmosphere.  

Dave, on the other hand was bundled up to the hilt and looking down the long slope, his legs were turning to jelly.  They had taken the lift to the very top of the run and instead of a nice cup of Irish coffee, they were going straight down the hill immediately.  He liked his friend Joe very much, but he was just super confident and Dave was the opposite.

“Come on, Dave, time’s awastin'”.  Joe started down and Dave hesitated for a second and then took the plunge, literally.  His skis crossed and he ended up head first in the snow.  Joe was long gone.

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You call that a vacation?


What’s brown, has three kids, a dog, fishing tackle box, and two hot tired parents?No guesses? A 1966 Mustang with no air conditioning, traveling two thousand miles in July. Everyone had their seat, their instructions, and books. The dog was a medium sized dachshund.

I was totally organized. We only stopped to use the bathroom. That was one of our first trips from Houston, Texas to Gaysville, Vermont. Yes, it is still named Gaysville. We had a two week vacation and I use the term vacation, loosely. 

When we were in stone throwing distance of our destination we stopped at a grassy rest area. Each child was washed up and had a sparkly new outfit to see their grandparents for the first time. While my husband walked the dog, I rearranged some of the car. I turned to check on the kids and they were merrily rolling down the grassy hill. I called them to come get loaded into the car. An all too familiar odor was coming from the first child. They had rolled around not realizing there was dog doo on the knoll. I had to rewash each kid and change their clothes from the bottom up. I mentioned the fishing tackle box because on one occasion using the restrooms, we came back to the car and found our little dachshund tangled in all the fishing line, hooks and lures. That took quite a while, but she wasn’t injured.

When I say organized I’m not just talking placement inside the car. We had a cooler and a frugal driver. The cooler held milk for dry cereal, turkey, ham and roast beef sliced for sandwiches. Peanut butter and jelly a given. Bread, mustard and mayo were your choices for condiments. You could switch from noon till dinner time your choice, such as turkey for lunch, beef for dinner. No stopping at restaurants was allowed.  

Similar rules applied to skiing. If you wanted to go skiing, the lodge was off limits. You carried a homemade sandwich in your coat pocket and it was eaten on the lift. You arrived early and left late. The whole day you skied. This was okay with all of us. Skiing was expensive then and there were five of us. We learned (four of us) at A Basin in Colorado and later went to Keystone and Vail. Vail only once. Trails were not marked well and it was more expensive. Keystone was our favorite and they also had a skating rink.

Our trips back and forth from Houston to Vermont and Colorado where my husband’s parents lived, took almost all of our vacations while the kids were little. Later on we purchased a big blue Chevy station wagon which made traveling much easier. From Colorado to Vermont could be accomplished quicker by having the three kids bed down in sleeping bags in the back of the bigger car. We all saw a lot of the US on these trips. We went to Canada and Mexico. The only state I haven’t been to is Washington. But I still have time!

Keystone Ski Area, Colorado

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Evening comes again

Evening comes again.
Again I missed your voice.
It’s a hard thing to endure
Enduring your absence.

I realize you’re not alone
Alone as I am here.
And the outcome is unclear
Unclear as the words I want to hear.

Those words we have spoken
Spoken in the moment
Passion fuels the heart’s desire
Desire to feel your love again.

Lonely for the absent lover
Lover who is unafraid
But shall he make this venture
Venture to his one true love?

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I’ve had an idea!

I don’t reblog often, but I like Jane’s blog and this is very important to her.

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It’s 2.30am, and I should be in bed. I should leave this post for a time when I can express myself clearly, but I have to get it out there now. People are suffering and dying as a result of addiction, andI think I’ve found a unique way to help addicts.

It’s all thanks to my wonderful, compassionate WP friends. I hope you all know who you are. Ever since I started blogging I’ve been looking for a way to help addicts and their families. I’ve been convinced that there’s something I can do which hasn’t been done before. Maybe this has, but I’ve never seen it.

I’ll explain how you fantastic friends gave me the idea, and then I’ll tell you the plan.

From the very first time I began writing about my children’s addictions – and particularly Laura’s (that’s her in the picture), you have sent messages…

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Daily Prompt:  Interior

Most people think they’re superior 

When decorating their interior.

I’m talking drapes, couches and rugs

Secretly, this type of thing really bugs

Me and mine. We all try to do our best

Make a nice place to come home and rest.

But those days of couches wrapped in plastic

No touch rooms, looking like tomato in aspic.

Certainly not the homey look

Not one you’d see in a fashion book

But homey’s our style, comfort’s a bonus

So why not relax and come and join us?

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Writing Challenge-70-the secret keeper


What was that noise? I must just be hearing things again. Everything seems a little weird lately. My part in the mystery was writing the note, not the actual commission of any crime. It was an innocent enough note, hardly a threat, more like a warning. “Beware of someone offering a trade“.  

I was asked by an acquaintance, actually more like a friend, to write a note to their girlfriend. Hardly suspicious, but he could have just texted it. The note seemed more truthful, possibly ominous, but of course I think he wanted to scare her a bit. At first I went along thinking it a joke on the girl, who I really didn’t care for in the first place. So I wrote the note in vague handwriting and slipped it in her locker.

The noises started shortly after I planted the note. Strange eerie sounds, probably just the wind. I didn’t think much about it at the time, but now a few days had passed I was curious if my friend got the reaction he was looking for. I gave him a call.  

“Hey, Jer, what’s up? Haven’t heard a word about the note yet.”  I waited for an answer, but Jerry just hung up. I texted him the same message. No answer.

Little did I realize Jerry had unintentionally involved me in a frightening scheme. His girlfriend was eyeing another guy who had a mysterious background. He started giving small gifts to Jerry’s girlfriend. Naturally, Jerry wasn’t in the position to do the same, so was afraid he might lose her to the richer boy. The ultimate challenge came when the boy offered Jerry’s girl a ring. The ring was unusual and sported an emerald in an odd shape. Of course Jerry was jealous and a little perturbed that “his” girl would accept it.  

I was wondering why this girl would treat Jerry like this. She seemed almost mesmerized by the new boy who showed her so much affection. I decided to do some googling on the stranger.  

I was shocked to discover that he was nonexistent on the web. As I researched more I found an ancient legend and myth about a genie who appears every fifteen years to one vulnerable young woman. The chosen woman had to be unsure of herself, wanting a boost in her confidence and appearance. This genie appeared as a somewhat ordinary boy, offering everything the girl desired. But it came with a price.  

The day she accepted the ring and put it on, her life changed. She suddenly grew more beautiful and carried herself in a more confident manner. She never gave Jerry a second look. His plan unknowingly completed, but not with the outcome he had predicted. Instead of being put off by the warning in the note, she was driven by it. Any change, any price would be worth the trade. As magically as the new boy appeared he was nowhere to be found. The eerie noises also stopped.

Jerry was in a funk because his plan didn’t work. I was mystified by the whole happening. And Jerry’s girlfriend was happy for a year. When she turned sixteen, her life ended, at least to the outside world. I can only imagine she paid the ultimate price for a year of happiness.  It couldn’t be, no, but I wonder if she’s the genie now?  

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