2026-06-10
Finding Reality: A Momentary Pause
Sometimes, I think we build castles out of clouds – beautiful, shimmering things that seem to hold so much promise, but aren’t quite solid beneath our feet. ...
Gloria Hayes
Retired after 31 years teaching third grade. Now I go to my grandchildren — New York, Raleigh, Florida. Jerry holds down the fort. I find the food bank in every city. This is not slowing down.
2026-06-10
Quiet Moments, Lasting Connections Remain
The rain fell soft that Wednesday, a gentle drumming against the windows – just like my thoughts. Well. It’s funny what settles into a quiet space when you’v...
2026-06-10
Quiet Moments, Lingering Loss, Enduring Love
It’s a quiet sort of sadness, isn’t it? Not a shout, not a wail, but a settling. Like the dusk after the sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a l...
2026-06-10
Quiet Moments, Meaningful Connections, Simple Grace
The rain outside isn’t a harsh drumming anymore; it’s just…there. A gentle insistence on quiet, like a whispered reminder to simply be. Jerry always said I n...
2026-06-09
Silent Shifts: A Gentle Letting Go
It started with a silence, you know? Not a dramatic shouting match, not a slammed door – just…quiet. Marcus’s daughter, Emily, hadn't called for my birthday....
2026-06-09
The Value of Struggle and Growth
The rain yesterday reminded me of my grandson, Samuel. He was building a magnificent tower out of blocks – not just stacking them, mind you, but carefully ba...
2026-06-08
Silent Shifts: A Partner’s Unspoken Struggle
The silence settled heavier than a winter blanket, and I knew right then that something had shifted – not dramatically, not with a shout or a slammed door, b...
2026-06-08
Unspoken Words, Unhealed Wounds Remain
The doorbell rings, a small, insistent chime that always seems to arrive at precisely the worst possible moment. It’s my grandson, Daniel, visiting for the w...
2026-06-08
Shifting Minds, Shaping Memories, Finding Peace
The sundown light paints long shadows across the porch swing, and I find myself thinking again about remembering. Not in a worried sort of way, you understan...
2026-06-07
Echoes of Love, Resilience, and Rain
The scent of rain always carries a particular weight for me, a melancholy perfume that evokes not just weather but the echoing resonance of choices made and ...
2026-06-07
A Listening Heart
The rain’s been falling soft these past few days, a gentle drumming that reminds me of quiet afternoons spent rocking on the porch with my youngest grandson....
2026-06-07
The Gift of Presence
The stars have been particularly kind lately, you know? They don’t demand anything of you, just hang there, silent and beautiful. It reminds me that sometim...