Author Archives: theladyg5
A Gold Band Called Baptism
We picked out the ring together, we’re married. Why don’t you want to show it?
Do You Pando?
A lone aspen tree is a rare sight to see. I found out this week that planting an aspen and getting it to grow is a task even most horticulturalists are hesitant to attempt. Aspens were never meant to be alone. They are the prime example of a pack animal (or in this case, aContinue reading “Do You Pando?”
2020: Broken Stick or Glow Stick?
if it never got broken, he would have never known what it was supposed to do
A Conversation with Father
“Good morning, Child.” I cringed when I heard the greeting. Not because of the label of “child”, but because of who was speaking. It was Father. “Hello?” He repeated when I didn’t respond. I hung my head. Why was He even talking to me? He knew what I’d done. “I did something stupid,” I confessed.Continue reading “A Conversation with Father”
Confessions of a Facebook Fool
I’ve done a very bad thing. An inexcusably horrible bad thing. And I’m not even sure why. I could blame it on some scary health issues I’m going through right now, or the fact that my husband Ernie is working 10-12 hour days and rarely home. I could even blame it on my narcotic dogContinue reading “Confessions of a Facebook Fool”
Happy Father’s Day, to the Meanest Dads in the World
I remember my dad telling us stories about his dad as we were growing up. He once described him as the meanest dad in the world. “My dad didn’t believe in freedom of expression,” he told us once. As an example, he described his father’s homecoming after the war. My grandpa John got off theContinue reading “Happy Father’s Day, to the Meanest Dads in the World”
On the Rabbit Hole Side of Normal
It feels like we have all fallen down a rabbit hole. First the COVID-19 put everyone’s lives on hold, and then just as my home state of Michigan started easing restrictions and getting back to “normal”, another international disaster hit. I remember turning on the TV the morning of Sunday May 24 to see thatContinue reading “On the Rabbit Hole Side of Normal”
I Remember a Fence and a Tricycle, But Not Much Else
Is your childhood home really supposed to be an empty spot in your memory?
Taking Baby Steps
I can still remember wondering if our oldest son Chris would graduate from high school holding onto someone’s hand. He’d hit all his first-year milestones at the expected times: rolling over, sitting up, crawling, cruising (walking while holding onto furniture) and then WHAM! At eight months of age, Chris developed a persistent ear infection thatContinue reading “Taking Baby Steps”
The Reluctant Firefly 