Saturday, August 31, 2013


Joan had been going to the same job for decades hoping to make a difference in someone’s life, if not the world. Day in and day out she listened to stories of tragedy and desperation, each caller needing immediate help.

She would take the information and offer the appropriate assistance, rarely knowing if it helped. Unable to become personally involved, she still could not help being affected by each caller and their plight. 

At the close of each shift she left work exhausted, trying to turn off the sounds of sadness and despair. Only at home could she finally dissolve into the safe silence of her own security.

Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

Friday, August 30, 2013

Got Milk?

                                             Source: animalgifs

Linked to: Feline Friday
& Burnt Food Dude

Tuesday, August 27, 2013


The memory smells sweet like talcum and lotion,
yet sets heavy endless heartbreak in motion.
A baby held forever in angel’s arms,
protected in Heaven, safe from earth’s harms.
The empty, still cradle is left in our heart,
all hopes and dreams to prevail, torn apart.
Love and loss do not end in a grave;
they forever remain, our hearts to enslave.

Poem: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

Monday, August 26, 2013

Celebrating Dogs

Happy National Dog Day!

Thanks, Stella. We love you.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

The Sweetest Hallelujah

By Elaine Hussey

This novel takes place in Shakerag, Mississippi during the 1950s. Betty Jewel, once a popular black jazz singer, is now is a single woman raising her young daughter Billie. They live with the very colourful Queen, Betty’s mother.  

Dying of cancer, Betty decides she needs to make arrangements for Billie’s future. She places an ad in the local newspaper seeking someone to raise her daughter. Billie, a very precocious little girl, discovers her mother is sick and dying.  On her own mission, she sets out to find her father.

Drawn to the unique newspaper ad is Cassie, a widow who works at the paper. She knows there is much more to this than meets the eye. A deep bond forms between this white woman and this special family of black women, even as racial tension is growing.  As their friendship grows they are changed forever, finding  that family can be about more than blood. 

This novel draws you in from the very beginning. It holds you to each page, moving you easily along. The life lessons in this special story will make you laugh and cry.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Tribute to Wallace

Another wonderful beloved furry friend has crossed The Rainbow Bridge. Wallace the Pit Bull crossed over on Friday, August 23rd. I reviewed the book, Wallace , almost a year ago. He was an amazing dog. A survivor of a Pit Bull puppy mill, he became a champion of Pit Bulls, shelter dogs, and the of sport "competitive frisbee" before retiring. In recent days, Wallace bravely fought two aggressive forms of cancer. 

The following is a final message from Wallace: 
It's time...I've given my life everything I have. I'm continuing to be strong because that's who I am, but Roo and Clara can tell that it's now time for me to rest. This time will come for all of us. We don't always have control over when it does, but we do have control over being satisfied at that moment knowing we gave it our best shot. Though my body will soon be gone, my hope is that you will continue to tell my story, so Wallace the Pit Bull lives on. Roo and Clara will have more to say after I pass, and my hope is that people will listen to the lessons we all learned through our time together. I would like to thank everybody for their overwhelming support. Without all of you, I would not have been able to make the same impact; then, now, and in the future. I thank you for that, but more importantly, other dogs like me thank you as well. Remember, there are great dogs of all shapes and sizes in shelters across the country. They are there through no fault of their own. So please, when you're looking for your next dog, think about giving one of them a second chance. You just never know how it will turn out. With that, I say good-bye. Try not to be sad. Instead celebrate my life. I do not need to live longer because I can die contentedly. That is something I wish for all living beings. 
~Wallace the Pit Bull

You were an inspiration and will be remembered, Wallace. Godspeed.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

“The Dream”

Sore and tired, he slowly lowers his old bones down to his bed. His routine walk seems to be more difficult every day.

While life goes on around him, he sleeps away many hours, both day and night. Now he yawns and stretches, then lays his grizzled head down.

As he drifts off into peaceful rest, his feet begin to move, slowly and then faster. Once again, he is just a pup running through the grass.

~In Memory of Grits~
Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

Word Prompt: Dream

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

From My Heart to Yours

Based on a True Story

By Michelle Zarrin

Based on a true story, this novel is the emotional journey of a sensitive young woman. We see Sophie grow from a young impressionable girl into a wise woman, as she navigates many difficult life experiences.

Falling in love with a close friend, they marry. However, a secret with destroy Sophie’s hopes and dreams. Her life is forever changed, and she must change how she handles it.

This story deals with many serious issues, including addiction, divorce, and death. Sophie finds healing through meditation. In learning to meditate, Sophie finds strength and ultimately herself.

Author Michelle Zarrin professionally teaches meditation. Her novel is an inspiring story of tragedy, healing and growth.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013


I cried the river that flowed
beneath the bridge.
How can we ever find our way,
when you have burned the bridge?
You did not even care enough
to leave me my dignity to hold onto.
I weather the storm alone.
Thunder rumbles, still echoing betrayal.
There is no rainbow after this storm.
There is no dawn beyond this darkness.
Will we meet on the far side of tomorrow, 
or will you remain forever lost?

Poem & Picture: McGuffy Ann Morris

Linked to: Two Shoes Tuesday 

Monday, August 19, 2013

The Kitten Crab Walk

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Linked to: Aww...Monday

Sunday, August 18, 2013

The DNR vs. Giggles the Fawn

Bill recently came across a video that disturbed him. He knew it would disturb me, but told me about it because he knew I would want to know.  I need to share this story and situation because it is important. 

We live on the Illinois/Wisconsin border. There are many wild animals in our area. Recently, a family found an orphaned fawn. They took it to the local "no kill" animal shelter. The day before the fawn was to be moved to a licensed wildlife facility the Wisconsin Department of Natural Resources raided the shelter. Nine DNR agents and four County Sheriffs stormed the shelter, gathering the employees to a holding area. The DNR then immediately killed the fawn, leaving with it in a body bag.

Please watch this video for the heartbreaking news story of Giggles the Fawn.

The Wisconsin DNR could have done things very differently. The fawn could have been taken to their own facility and tested for disease. Instead, they chose to storm a private animal shelter and slaughter orphaned wildlife. There is no logic in what they did, nor is there any concern for the creatures supposedly under their authority. They have done this before

For more on this story and the Wisconsin DNR, watch this video:

This is a government agency. They work for us, the citizens. I do not want my government using my tax dollars for this kind of assault against wildlife. What they did here makes no sense. The DNR uses bullying and cruelty to destroy natural resources rather than educate and preserve them. Your taxpayer money pays for it.

To close your eyes and look away does not solve problems. I believe, "If you aren't part of the solution, you are part of the problem." Please look into your DNR, and what is happening with wildlife in your state and area. You are part of this; you are paying for it. Educate yourself and make your voice heard. 

Even if you are not in Wisconsin, please take a moment and contact Governor Walker. His contact information is at the end of the second video; you can pause the video to obtain it. Let him know what you think of what his DNR did to Giggles. I know that I did. Thank you.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Celebrating Black Cats

Black cats have a bad reputation. It is said that it is hard to find homes for black cats because of this. They are often associated with Friday the 13th, bad luck, and Halloween. We can assure you it is not true; they are not bad luck. We are blessed with two black cats.

In 2010, we rescued Grizelda & Chloe Jo at two days of age. At six weeks, we decided they were staying with us. They fit just right into our family. 
Baby Grizelda Zoe

  Baby Chloe Jo

They are totally opposite in every way. Grizelda is long-haired and very fluffy. An old soul, she is a "thinker". She is serious, cautious, and private. Grizelda is only social with those she knows well, like Mom & Dad.
Black Beauty
Grizelda at 2 1/2 years

Chloe Jo is short-haired and sleek. She is outgoing and impetuous. She loves everyone, and only wants to be loved back. Chloe Jo is our baby. She is always into something, and has a unique perspective.
Black Cutie
Chloe Jo at 2 1/2 years

Grizelda & Chloe Jo have always been close and remain that way still, though they love Maggie and Stella, too. They are mirror opposites, but we are blessed by both of these wonderful black cats. We love them and wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy Black Cat Appreciation Day!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

“Joseph's Journey”

Joseph came to America as a young man, and followed the family trade as a cabinetmaker. He had worked hard all of his life and was proud of his life’s work.

Retired for many years, Joseph now finished a special piece. This was the first piece he ever kept for himself.

Putting away his tools, Joseph was pleased with the results of his craftsmanship. The pine coffer was finished just in time; he was ready for his final journey. 

Story by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

Tuesday, August 13, 2013


Tempestuous turmoil,
wind whirls the sky
into a mosaic of sensation.
Water churning, pushing light
back into darkness,
clouds collide with stars,
extinguishing their light.
No place for the sun to rise,
the moon retreats in obscurity.
Daybreak, broken morning,
heaven fills with chaos,
as tranquility waits
on the horizon.

Poem & Photo by: McGuffy Ann Morris

Monday, August 12, 2013

Cat in a Box

Give a cat a box and it is instant fun!

Linked to: Aww...Monday

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Happy, Happy, Happy

My Life and Legacy as the Duck Commander

By Phil Robertson, with Mark Schlabach

This is the story of the patriarch of the popular TV show Duck Dynasty. I admit that I am amused by this family, and wanted to know more about the reality of them.

The family is indeed quite close, but it wasn’t always that way. Born and raised into a large family in Louisiana, hunting was a way of life. Phil grew up hunting, and loved the land, as well.
It may surprise some, but Phil went on to college, playing football with Terry Bradshaw at Louisiana Tech. He also received a degree in physical education, including a master’s degree in education. Phil went on to teach.

As a sideline, unhappy with marketed duck calls, he began to make his own. Phil wanted a realistic duck call. It was 1972 when he came out with the first “Duck Commander”.

The family was another situation. Phil and childhood sweetheart, Kay, married. However, they struggled through Phil’s “wild years”. He even left her and his boys for a while. Eventually, they reconciled, and Phil knew he had to turn his life around.

Phil and Kay went on to raise their four boys, while Phil grew the family business as the “Duck Commander”. He also began to do public speaking and preaching the Gospel, which he still does today. Coming back to his roots of faith, family, and ducks Phil Robertson is “Happy, Happy, Happy”.

The book will entertain you, surprise you and perhaps even inspire you. It did me. I respect faith, family, and traditions and those who abide by these. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Meteor Shower!

The Perseid Meteor Shower peaks this weekend. If you cannot see it from where you are, it can be watched online. NASA will have a webcast tonight from 11:00 P.M. (EST) through 3 A.M. (EST). Sunday night, the online Slooh Space camera will offer live views of the Perseid Meteor Shower from 7 P.M. (EST) through most of the night. You can obtain links, views and a live chat by going to

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Thursday, August 8, 2013


As she did every afternoon, Gertie walked alone down her long curved driveway to her mailbox. Inevitably, it would be empty she knew, but she still had to check. Oh, there were the bills to pay, but she knew when they would come. Once in a while she got an unexpected note card from someone, though that was rare. People just don’t do that the way they used to.

As she meandered her way back up the drive, she noticed a dog slowly walking along the edge of the road. The poor old thing held its head down to the ground, seemingly oblivious to everything around it. It was skinny and obviously tired. It made her miss her old dog, who had passed just months ago, leaving her alone. She had been Gertie’s only company, leaving both her heart and home quite empty.

Concerned, Gertie called to the dog. Wary, the dog looked up. After a moment, Gertie continued up her driveway, surprised to see the dog following her. Gertie considered what she had done, knowing the dog needed both water and food. Somehow she felt the dog was meant to come here.

Hurrying inside, Gertie collected a couple of bowls. She filled one with water and one with some leftover kibble from her old dog. She rushed outside half-fearing the dog wouldn’t be there. When she got to her porch, there lay the dog, as if it knew it was finally home.

Gertie put the bowls down, talking to the dog quietly, reassuring her. Gertie then crossed the porch to sit in her rocking chair, humming as she waited. The dog slowly got up, and emptied the bowls before going to lay by Gertie’s chair. Gertie reached down to stroke the dog’s fur. Tears in her eyes, she welcomed the dog home. Together they watched the sun go down. 

As dusk set in, Gertie felt a peace she had not felt in quite some time. With the dog beside her, they went inside the old house. Her heart was no longer empty, nor was her house. It suddenly felt like a home again. 

Story by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture by: Photobucket

World Cat Day

Today is World Cat Day.
We should all celebrate the love of cats,
and all of God's creatures, every day.
In our home, we do.
We hope you will join us in this belief
and show the love, too.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Computer Issues

Please excuse my sporadic blogging lately. I have had some issues with my home Internet connection being very unreliable. It has been quite frustrating. I am hoping it is now repaired, and that my blogging will return to normal. Thanks for your patience and understanding.

Saturday, August 3, 2013


They look for their number
in their half-awake slumber,
not wanting to chat
about this or that.
Each one a stranger,
fearful of danger,
their eyes dart about;
as they wait to get out.
Finally the elevator opens wide
they come and go, moving aside,
never looking upon any faces,
fearful perhaps,
of what hides in dark places.

Poem by: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture by: Photobucket

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Friday, August 2, 2013

Understanding Cat Moods

This is an important video on 
cat body language.

Linked to: Feline Friday

Back to Work


Bill is back on the road. I will be trying to catch up with things here in the blogging world, as well as my regular chores. Thank you all for understanding. Your patience and your support mean a lot. I do appreciate it and you, as does Bill.