I disagree with the old saying, “Beauty is only skin deep.” I saw a post on Facebook showing women before their applications of make up. Beside each photo was a photo of them with makeup on. The photos of these same women, without makeup, amazed me. They looked so different and yet beautiful in a … More Beauty is Not Only Skin Deep
After my husband passed away in 2009, my brother came and helped me rearrange or sort out my husband’s items and clothing. He helped me get a good footing on my life again. But my attitude about myself needed to expand to the freedom I needed in order to become the me that I was … More A New Attitude: Independent
Over the years I’ve had several interesting encounters with people, which made me feel that I had been led to be at a certain place at a certain time. As a whole, I love people. I was raised in a loving family and was taught in church that God loves everyone. So, I generally have … More Try A Little Kindness
Thirteen years after my husband’s death, I was happy; my back was stabilized after a long bout with sciatica from two lumber discs bulging (I lost 25 pounds, which helped a lot). I have a good home, two awesome sons and two wonderful daughters in law, and three grandchildren! (Oh, and my cat, Norie.) I … More Memories and Shiny Pennies
Growing up in a loving family, I was taught good manners, kindness, honesty, and love for other people, (regardless of race, gender, nationality, skin color, religion, or customs.) I say, “Please,” “Thank you,” “Excuse me,” and other appropriate phrases, because it is good manners. I open doors for people who are elderly or disabled; mothers … More The Kindness Boomerang
My Aunt Helen was a unique and special aunt, who passed away in 2009 at the age of 92. Her lifestyle and her senior years continue to influence my life, as I continue into my senior years. Aunt Helen lived a zesty life. She had cared for her mother, during her illness until her death. … More Aging with Style and Panache
Have you ever had a close friendship with someone but lost touch with them over the years? One of you moves away, gets too busy to write, or even call. You feel sad that all of those memories of shared experiences fade in your memory and evidently theirs too. So after a few years of … More Coincidences?
When I was two years old my uncle gave me a “real live, Smokey the Bear,” teddy bear for Christmas. Smokey had a hat, badge and shovel, which was lost so early on that I don’t remember them. But somehow the plastic belt with a metal buckle with his name, “Smokey,” on it lasted many … More My Inner Child Is Alive and Well
Sister #1 age 4 (L) and I (R) age (6). I was always a curious child, full of questions, taking in information, especially from the adult world, that I didn’t always comprehend. I did love to be read to and had watched lots of Westerns on TV. One part of the Westerns I was in … More How I Almost Ended My Life at 5 Years Old
I grew up in Greenville South Carolina. I lived there 22 years of my life. Our parents were good, loving people. When I was a child, my family lived on the corner of an active street and an area designated for “colored” people to live. We had a older gentleman and his wife who lived … More Why?
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