For the month of Thanksgiving I want to express thanks for people, stories, and incidents that have inspired or impacted my life in a positive way. My niece once posted the question, “What inspires you?” My mind was barraged with a number of different inspirational heroes and heroines. But children came first to my mind. … More Thankful for Children
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 love with were the horses. That’s a story for another … More How I Almost Ended My Life at 6 Years Old
We have all seen television shows featuring interviews with centenarians. Many of these one hundred plus years “young” souls had wrinkles and white, gray or sparse hair. Many of them were in wheelchairs or not as “able” physically as they used to be. But if you look into the face and eyes of many of … More How to Keep Your Inner Child Alive and Well
One day recently I was feeling a lot of concern for friends who were having a lot of pain in their lives. The weather had been cloudy, rainy, and sunless for several days. I was feeling really down. The news that morning told of violent actions done by people who were filled with hate, fear … More One Little Child
I love poetry. Even as a child I loved it. Many of the old-timey poems, nursery rhymes and songs were read or taught to me by my mother, father or aunt. I think our mother read poems to us and I know she sang to us too. The first poem I remember was taught to … More One of My Simple Pleasures: Poetry
I pride myself on my love of nature and self-taught knowledge of nature and animals. My parents sought to give my siblings and I many richly educational, wonderful adventures as we traveled to Mexico, the World’s Fair, Expo 67, in Montreal, the mountains, beaches, zoos, and camping in our travel trailer, and later a mobile … More I Tried!!
And now for something a little different. I wrote this poem for my oldest son when he was about seven or eight. He is now a 6’6″ adult. Shopping for pants for my son Is considered by him not fun. But he’s smart enough to let me know The pants, unlike him, do not grow. … More Growth and Pants By Melodie Elaine Estes