Good-Bye Little Friend… Earlier this year, I lost my little friend. Blame it on retirement. I hated driving to work. Getting to school before the students meant leaving the house while it was still dark, driving along the highway where deer loved to romp and play, and
Category: Holiday
What are you thankful for? Hopefully, we all remember the biggies—the people in our lives, faith, food, health, shelter. But sometimes, I look around and see the tiniest, most unimportant things, and I can’t help but feel grateful and blessed. So, along with the essential reasons to be thankful, I
One scary night long ago… How would you finish that story? One scary night, I saw the closet monster. Or, one scary night while sitting on the toilet, I heard the roar of a tornado. How about this one: One scary night, it was just me and the toaster. (see
Growing older means rolling slowly out of a parked car, joints that sound like packing bubbles when you bend and stretch, and forgetting why you’re standing in the middle of the bathroom holding a yardstick. But not everything about passing the summer season of life is unpleasant. Sometimes there are
I’m making a joyful noise – Why is no one glad? Christmas may be over at your house, but it’s still playing in the background at mine. The Christmas music comes out on November 1 and may not go back into hibernation until the end of January. There are simply
2024 Christmas Tree Poem Time moves on, Like the rushing traffic Flying by at breakneck speeds, Needing to be somewhere five minutes ago. Not so for me. I’m slowing down, wanting rest, The end of a season. We’ve both grown smaller over the years. Gravity pulls me down. Low in
Christmas Past…and Future Christmas Past Christmas past holds so many glorious memories. Yet Christmas will never be the same without her. The Toll House cookies are gone. Her rich chocolate cake will never sit on the old buffet table again. The warbling soprano is missing from our sing-a-longs. Even my
The Christmas Tree Poems by Deb Richmond, Author/Wanna-be poet Some people send thank you notes. Others give hugs. I tell stories or sometimes write poems, especially Christmas tree poems. I don’t claim to be much of a poet, but sometimes, having grown up on Green Eggs and Ham, I can’t help