Reflections on Reality and Relationships


Hello fellow bloggers, writers, and readers. Today as I sit down to write my daily challenge I’m facing the same sort of nearing the end of the journey roadblock jitters that I confronted last year at this time. I don’t want the challenge to end because I feel like I won’t be inspired enough to make myself write daily. Time to face reality and accept the fact that this challenge was just a jumpstart to a life style change. Kind of like dieting. Ha, no such thing. If you want it to work, it’s not a diet. It is a lifestyle change. That is what real writing, blogging, reading is. That’s what real relationships are. A lifestyle change.

As I reflect on my past posts, I see pride, embarrassment, shame, sadness, humor, spiritual growth. I think about relationships I’ve had and lost over the years. I’d like to take the blame for the failed relationships, but the truth of the matter is, they dissolved because I’m not one to sugarcoat the truth. I say it like it is and I say what I mean and mean what I say. I’ve persevered through ridicule, humiliation, hate and discontent, yet I’m still here blogging away. Why? Because it makes me happy to write. Because I get satisfaction when someone recognizes and shares in the same trials of pain or happiness that I have.

Reflecting on relationships for me always brings regret into consideration. I often wonder why so many relationships have failed. I’ve tried reconciliation with many relationships to no avail. What recourse should I take when the reaction to my request is not what I expect?

Relationships come and go throughout our lives. People we meet at church, in the neighborhood, people we’ve known all of our lives. The one thing that I can honestly say about any relationship is they are work. They don’t just flourish without care and consideration. Family relationships are the hardest because they are always there no matter what. Those are the ones that get hurt the most because we tend to think that very thing “they are always there no matter what”. One day they won’t be there. Don’t take any relationship no matter how trivial, for granted. If there is someone out there that you appreciate and are thankful for them coming into your life, thank them, let them know.

I’d like to say thank you to each and every one of my readers, followers, and fellow bloggers. It’s hard out here sometimes. Yet you persevere. You keep on keeping on. I appreciate you and your devotion. Have a great day and see you tomorrow!


Mother Goose

Mother Goose

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat where have you been?

Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes
Ring-a-ring of roses, a pocket full of posies

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son
Stole a pig and away he run

Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you?
With the old woman, who lives in a shoe?

Four and twenty black birds baked in a pie
Georgie Porgie made the girls cry

Jack and Jill went up the hill
Humpty Dumpty soon fell ill

Little Bo Peep lost all of her sheep
While Little Boy Blue fell fast asleep

Little Miss Muffet ate curds and whey
And with the spoon the dish ran away

The three little kittens began to cry
And little Jack Horner stuck his thumb in a pie

Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea,
He’ll come back and marry me.

Little Tommy Tucker sang for his supper
Polly put the kettle on, Sukey took it off again

Hickety, pickety, my black hen
She lays eggs for gentlemen

Simple Simon met a pieman
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, had a wife but couldn’t keep her

I met the crooked man who walked a crooked mile
And spent the crooked sixpence against the crooked stile.

Just some  beloved Mother Goose rhymes
The poems that I read in earlier times.

How many do you remember?

What’s your favorite Mother Goose Rhyme?


Daydreams in Dustpans


As a little girl, I used to make up embellished stories for myself and whoever else would listen to me tell them. I sat on the old rope swing at my grandparents’ house and would talk to the picnic table, which sometimes had my sister and cousins, and sometimes just a big white cat. I had a lot of imaginary friends.

The stories typically revolved around Julie and Jimmy and Jerry and Judy.  The main characters were my sister and me in our grown up life with our grown up husbands respectively. The stories were full of mansions with extravagant stair cases. We always seemed to be wearing elegant long gowns and we would greet our guests for cocktail parties and ballroom dancing. Yes, the mansions were constructed with their own ballrooms and sophisticated chandeliers. (Can you tell I watched too much Big Valley or Bonanza as a child?)

We grew up. My sister didn’t marry a Jimmy and I didn’t marry a Jerry. Neither of us have mansions with chandeliers or stair cases. We don’t throw fancy cocktail parties with ballroom dances either. Maybe a barn dance and a bonfire, but nothing as refined as the stories I used to tell.

A few years ago when my sister decided she wanted to be a writer too, I asked her if she remembered the stories of Jimmy and Jerry. She insisted she did not. I was a little hurt because that was significant to my childhood and the reason I tell stories today. I don’t think we’ve talked to each other since that conversation.

I swept the old daydreams into a dust pan and filed them away. Every once in a while I pull out the old, yet familiar characters and reminisce over my daydreams. Funny thing is I remember the made up characters of Julie and Jimmy and Judy and Jerry better I remember my sister and me as young girls.

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