Tag Archives: compassion
WOMAN, DOG, DDG, AND ME
It was Thursday after school, so after stopping to pick up Great-Grand-Daughter (hereafter called GGD), we were off to adventures. We didn’t know what, but they are always welcome. In what is becoming a common problem, I got on the … Continue reading
BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE GET OLD
NOTE: I question whether this is in poor taste. I am not being cynical, making light of a problem, nor being humorous. I am exaggerating, but I am recognizing that this kind of problem exists. We need more medical research … Continue reading
NAOMI-MARI*
It is so cold. With a heart for the hurting, I am re-posting from April, 2015. ********* She seemed like a misfit in that room of misfits—clean and well groomed in decent clothing, almost regal, tall, thin, with beautiful gray hair arranged neatly … Continue reading
Yuck, that’s not melted ice!
Rehab – No more catheter or urinary bags! OOPS, no one informs my bladder and so – (Oh, the Woe!) As back into diapers, I go! Upon entry, I modestly claimed I preferred a female for change. Some girls had … Continue reading
THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL
“Nobody’s ever loved me like you do,” said the orange-clad girl as she sat with little bare feet drawn up in the chair in the chaplain’s office at the County jail. Innocent looking yellow curls framed a troubled face. Her … Continue reading
Sweet aroma 