Tag Archives: Children

Christmas Eve

Cookies placed Stockings hung Tired eyes Struggle Anticipation Footsteps on the roof Excitement suspended “Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz” Advertisements

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Welcome Home

She sits alone before the massive windows of the terminal, staring absently at the tarmac.  Silently she waits, radiating an air of calm introspection.  It is not until one draws closer that they can see past the ramrod straight back … Continue reading

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The Old School

  It is quiet now as I sit here looking around, surrounded by history.  It is a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and I am taking a turn as a volunteer guide at the old Dry Mills One Room Schoolhouse.  It is … Continue reading

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Saying Goodbye

I stepped out on the front porch with my mother.  She turned briefly and made sure the door was locked before we, together, made our way down the steps.  It was a beautiful summer day, but I hadn’t noticed.  Actually, … Continue reading

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Grandpa

Originally posted on Ink lings:
The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there?” He gazed upon the little boy while waking from his nap Then reached…

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Truco o Tratar

Years ago, my wife and I lived in Houston Texas.  Well, not in it, but near it.  We were in a rural area on the south side where Harris County and Fort Bend County met, in a little town called … Continue reading

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Maizie

When I first met Maizie, she was about eight years old.  Just a wisp of a thing.  I quiet girl who, devoid of any siblings, was accustomed to playing by herself.   Maizies parents were one step from homeless.  They … Continue reading

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