Mid Morning Dreams (1)

“…and they stood in the pouring rain, embraced tightly in each others arms, like 2 best friends could. She wished her well with her new life as they scrunched each others jackets, neither, not wanting to be the first to let go. “I’m so sorry for what happened, it wasn’t my intent to insult you, it never was.”
“It’s okay, I understand, water under the bridge.”
They kissed eachothers cheek before looking into eachothers eyes. “Be well, be happy.”
“I will and you too be well and happy.”
That was a rainy spring morning and now she fought off the freezing winter winds. She walked with her head down and slightly turned away from old man winter, not wanting to make eye contact with even a relative of Mother Nature, afraid that if he really saw her depth through the windows of her soul, it would send a chill down his spine…..” By Snowy

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Thoughtful Tuesday

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When it comes to relationships, I believe most of our sadness and reason for falling apart is because we expect the other person to give as much as we do, into it. That is not always going to be the way. No 2 people will love each other at the same level every day, one of the 2 may love more one day and less the next. Understanding that, will keep the relationship balanced, not at 50/50 but at 60/40 or 30/70 and so on. Learn to accept each others personal best. And remember who you fell in love with in the beginning, with no expectations of you changing them.. change may come, only if and when a person wants it..don’t force it. Accept and carry on or reject and be alone.. we all have choices. Neither is bad, if it works for you.

Parenting: Are We Getting a Raw Deal?

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12711307_10206480078338131_5829653117437408897_oSummer 1974. I’m 9 years old. By 7:30 am, I’m up and out of the house, or if it’s Saturday I’m up and doing exactly what my father, Big Jerry, has told me to do. Might be raking, mowing, digging holes, or washing cars.

Summer 2016. I’m tiptoeing out of the house, on my way to work, in an effort not to wake my children who will undoubtedly sleep until 11 am. They may complete a couple of the chores I’ve left in a list on the kitchen counter for them, or they may eat stale Cheez-its that were left in their rooms 3 days ago, in order to avoid the kitchen at all costs and “not see” the list.

If you haven’t noticed, we’re getting a raw deal where this parenting gig is concerned. When did adults start caring whether or not their kids were safe, happy, or popular?…

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