Category: my fiftieth year
Motherhood
my fiftieth year
my story
30 Favourite Things #2
Okay… so yesterday I told you that I’d be posting “thirty favourite things” from the last year… things that were big or important to me that I never really wrote about — some of the “life changing” or “significantly impacting things” from my 50th year. And I’ve been thinking that I have so many […]...
my fiftieth year
my story
30 Favourite Things #1
Helloooooooooooooo there… I’ve been missing this place. Or, rather, I’ve been missing from this place. I have been racking my brain as to what to do to jump back into the blog pool… it’s sort of like exercising… I love it when I am exercising, but I do not like to ‘have to’ exercise — […]...
my fiftieth year
my story
Good morning, new year…
[thank you for the personal letters inquiring as to my lack of blogging… i love you and will keep writing, still] I’m sitting in my husband’s office… it’s early and the sun is shining. I love this time of year – the sun shines at an angle such that it comes streaming in the south/east […]...
Family
my fiftieth year
my story
life’s monuments
I woke up this morning with the sun beginning to paint the sky and I thought back to yesterday morning… My first thought was: I did it! I did something I had been wanting to do – something I had planned to do ten years ago – but ten years ago I had a new […]...
Family
my fiftieth year
Parenting
No Greater Joy
I suppose I’m still in my travels down the melancholy memory lane. I don’t know if the Autumn season has brought all this on or not — I don’t know if the realization of my own life-season of autumn has brought all this on. Whatever the case, I’m still strolling among falling leaves. To God […]...
Family
my fiftieth year
Have I done a-n-y-thing… really?
Have you ever asked that question? Have you ever been in a valley and wondered what in the world you’ve accomplished in life – or if the things you’ve done have any lasting value? As I was praying and going to sleep the other night, I asked the LORD about the value of time and […]...
Motherhood
my fiftieth year
my story
to mothers who got their hands dirty.
Today I’d like to acknowledge the mothers who came before me… mothers who worked long before days dawned and long after suns set — women who, without conveniences, running water, power and supplies, cared for their families – putting them before themselves and tenaciously pressed on through the years of their lives. It does not […]...
my fiftieth year
my story
Today is the first day…
Yes, today is the first day of my 50th year. And, as I alluded yesterday, I am most surprised I lived long enough to blog that line. Now, for those who do not know me personally or for those who do, my comments yesterday might be surprising. I mean, there is not really anything outwardly […]...