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
I published this blog post first on June 30, 2019. I am reposting it because I want all of us to remember some major points of our survival. The news that morning told of violent actions done by people who were filled with hate, fear and prejudice against those of different races or cultures. I … More One Little Child
(This post was written several years ago. Isaac is continuing to grow and enjoy life.) 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 … More Thankful for Children
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. Growth and Pants Shopping for pants for my son Is considered by him not muc fun. But he’s smart so he let’s me know The pants, unlike … More Growth and Pants By Melodie Elaine Estes
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 rich, 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!!
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
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