“It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain” – from A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry

Today’s PAD challenge was to write a poem about family


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Can’t Separate

Can’t separate me from the past
my grandfather’s desertion
my grandmother’s tenacity
the stories told and retold
by the aunts who remember

Can’t separate me from my childhood
Dad’s bellowing and invented words
Mom’s steadfastness and silly jokes
brothers by my side, happy or not
supper in the kitchen every night

Can’t separate me from those cousins
who made paper dolls for me
we swam and skated and pretended
and whispered into the night
those first and forever friends

Can’t separate me from my husband
who made a new family with me
who grew and stumbled by my side
the one who really knows me
and loves me anyway

Can’t separate me from my offspring
flesh of my flesh who look like their dad
my babies grown up too soon
across state lines and time zones
in joy and sorrow, mine

Can’t separate me from this next generation
the little ones who let me love on them
these two with bits of me inside
this hope for the future
this family of mine


Thoughts on the Words of C.S. Lewis – The Inns


C.S. Lewis was a novelist, poet, academic, literary critic, essayist, lay theologian, and Christian apologist. He is probably best known as the author of The Chronicles of Narnia, but he wrote numerous other works, including “The Problem of Pain” from where the quotes in this series were taken.

“…a few moments of happy love, a landscape, a symphony, a merry meeting with our friends, a bath, or a football match. Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home.”

I  am so blessed when I think about all the “inns” the Lord has provided for me, and so ashamed, too, of all the grumbling I do.

I have a happy love – we will celebrate 35 years in a little over a week. We will have a good time, quietly, perhaps spend the day just hanging out and eating something good, maybe shopping, but NOT in any mall.

I’ve enjoyed many lovely landscapes, but I’m especially glad to have a nice view right in my own backyard.

I’ve been to the symphony a handful of times and enjoyed the music there. But, in the milder weather, when it’s not too hot, and my doors and windows are open, I enjoy the symphony of birds and children’s laughter and bouncing balls.

God has given me a few great friends over the years and we’ve enjoyed some merry meetings.  I’ve bemoaned the lack of a friend many times in my life, much to my disgrace, so I am ever thankful now when God sends someone to me, a kindred spirit.

A good soak in a bath with bubbles is nice and a football game watched with my mom is fun.

I feel like I should break out in song right about now – “these are a few of my favorite things!” All these blessings and more I am grateful for, but I pray I will not mistake them for home.

But he shall receive a hundredfold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, and mothers, and children, and lands, with persecutions; and in the world to come eternal life. – Mark 10:30

For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. –     I Timothy 6:7

Throwback Thursday – Mom


As I looked at this picture of my mother, age ten, I was thinking about what to write. I love the photo, but I can’t just write about that. I love her smile, which is still the smile I see all the time. Then I noticed her hair. Parted down the middle. And that brought back memories.

When I was in 7th grade, we battled over my hair. She was of the opinion that parting my hair down the middle made me look like a hippie, so she didn’t let me. Only a side part or pulled back would do. So, I would go to school, go in the bathroom, and part my hair down the middle.

But then I forgot about picture day. Lo and behold, when my pictures came back, there I was, hippie girl. Mom was not pleased.

I had not seen this picture back then. Boy, if I had, what ammunition it would have been. I could have said, “Ah,HA! Look! If you wore your hair parted in the middle, so can I!” Like the way I said, “YOU got married at 18! “ I was 20, but not nearly as mature as she had been at 18. She was working at 14 because she had to. I was working at 16 because I was driving my parents crazy hanging around the house being lazy.

I do think I picked up some of her good habits. I’m pretty thrifty, I can cook well when I have to, and I sorta know how to shoot a gun. I hope that, years from now, if my kids see a picture of my ten year old self, they’ll do more than laugh.