“Sometimes words are not enough“
I remember my Dad as handsome, creative, steadfast & brave. Not necessarily in that order, but only good memories prevail. My Dad, William Herald Allbritten, born Aug. 3, 1922, (or on the 8th as my Granny declared till she died). So, we celebrated BOTH dates. Born in Sulpher Springs, Tennessee,…
Lanice C. Emanuel spoke at the St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Fairhope, AL. and I went to hear her presentation. She was fabulous. Her story was poignant. She walked up on the stage and her first words were: “I grew up in Pritchard, Alabama and I hated all whites”. What…
Normally I blog about ART… but yesterday I went to the Justice Museum in Montgomery Alabama. I was overwhelmed with sadness and anger to be reminded of how inhumane the blacks were treated in America from the Civil war to World War 11…. and on. We…
What’s happening in our world today seems to be a complete upheaval. But isn’t this the way to experience a new beginning? Don’t get me wrong. I am discontented with the planetary upheaval, just as you are: * Pandemic reality * Destructive weather patterns * Having no confidence in our…
This is where I want to be. “On the Wavelength of the Creator’s Voice” In order to be aware and focused 24/7, (yea right?), I read and recommend Lorna Bevan’s monthly posts. The one for June especially had a great impact on me. So, I’m going to share some of…
The first person I lost in war was Tom McDonald (Mickey). We dated in college and then he went off to Viet Nam. We were close, had fun, but I never would have married him because he was just too rambunctious for me. After all, I met him when he…
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” Dr. Seuss
No, really!!! I am cleaning, organizing, throwing things out, giving things away. After all, we are in a pandemic, isn’t this what we’re suppose to do? On my list, for a long time, has been to clean out the gutters. Don purchased gutter guards and after they are emptied of…
Last week I showed you my Spirit Tray. This week I have assembled a tray to remember and honor my mom. When I do this I feel her sweet & creative presence around me. Anne (“with an E”) Margaret Coulier (pronounced cool-yea) was born in Utrecht, Holland. She came to…
…and leave when it’s time. Smoke went back to his “First Mom” today. She was in her last chapter of Alzheimers and had to give up her baby-boy when she was put into a home that wouldn’t take pets. She wrote to me: “To the person who will take care…