Sunday, March 31, 2013

The Miracle of Easter

As a Christian, Easter is the most holy day.
I share this video for that reason.
Peace be with you.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

6WS Flash Mob

"Flash Mob" with 
a timely message.

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Self-appointed master of eternity, he attracts them with artificial enlightenment.

He offers promises of immortality, and unimaginable otherworldly riches. Desperately seeking his intangible truth, they choose to believe what they are told. 

With blind trust they never see the dangers of inevitable death. Drawn to his artificial light, they are as moths to a proverbial flame.

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Word Prompt: Flame

Image: Photobucket

Friday, March 29, 2013

Meet My Bill

Bill is my husband of almost 32 years. We met in 1977, and became friends right away, though our friendship grew over the next four years. We eloped on June 6th, 1981, later having our marriage blessed.

When I first met Bill he was playing lead guitar. I walked into his apartment with friends, and was captivated immediately. He was friendly, sweet and I felt comfortable with his welcoming ways, not to mention that he was adorable.
As I got to know Bill we both realized we enjoy much of the same things: sports, fishing, nature, animals, and more. We shared life goals, morals and values. We are not identical, but we share everything. Loyalty, honesty and commitment are things we both take seriously.

Bill grew up on the South Side of Chicago. I am a North-Sider. If you know Chicago, this says a lot, in itself. Even the way we speak is different. The North-Sider tends to enunciate very clearly, while South-Siders tend to speak very casually. The infamous Mayor Daley was a South Sider. To me, this made Bill that much more colourful (and he is).

Bill attended the schools of Chicago’s South Side during a difficult time, the late 60s-early 70s. He went on to gain some college, eventually forging a career in manufacturing. Starting as a machine operator, he worked his way through Inspection, Engineering, and ultimately Sales. After over thirty years in this field, he was laid off during the most recent “Recession”. Manufacturing being out-sourced to other countries has hit the U.S. very hard in many ways.

Not one to sit still, Bill reinvented himself. He followed his father’s footsteps into trucking. He went to school, and got his CDL with all of the credentials; Bill never does anything halfway. He wanted to contribute to society, being part of the solution, not part of the problem. He has an excellent record as an over-the-road trucker. He follows the rules of the road, as well as those of trucking. He takes his job and safety very seriously, because it is.

When not trucking, Bill still plays guitar. He is an extremely talented guitar player, learning at age eight. Bill has been in various bands over the years. While he is mainly a lead guitar player, he is also a talented rhythm player and bass player. He can read music and play by ear. A true musician, he understands music theory.
Being raised half-Hungarian, he can play polkas and classics. His love however is Classic Rock, Classic Country, and Rockabilly. His trucker dad was a musical influence. Bill’s dad had grown up a country boy, raising chickens in southern Illinois. He was a great influence to Bill in many ways, including musical tastes such as Johnny Cash and Hank Williams.

Bill has a great love of nature and wildlife. He has helped me save many animals over the years. He has learned the ropes, both supporting and assisting me in my endeavours. Not raised with animals, he grew to love them. He has a real soft spot for all critters. Cats had to grow on him, as his family was not cat-friendly. I refer you to his comment on my recent “Cat & Author” Mark Twain post:

Having a deep compassion for every living thing, Bill is also an excellent gardener, with an extremely green thumb. He can grow anything, and has saved many plants, too. His respect for all things in nature runs deep.

In other areas, Bill bowled on a league for many years, even bowling a perfect game. His team came in first place more than a few times. He also is a fan of football, and NASCAR. Bill is indeed a “good old boy”. He is decent, honest, funny, sweet and has a heart of gold. 

A very favourite past time is fishing, when he can find the time. We always compete on this level, as to who can catch the biggest, baddest fish. It is our hope to spend our “Golden Years” fishing and soaking in nature.

This is just a brief “pondering” on my Bill. So, when you see a trucker, think of Bill. He is a real guy, with morals and values, just doing his job to the best of his ability. He also has someone at home who loves him and is waiting for him.

with Brenda Youngerman
Word Prompt: "Bill"

Hoppy Easter!

'Hop It' with Simon's Cat

Linked to: Burnt Food Dude

Thursday, March 28, 2013

It's Easter time

Every bunny loves treats!
The more the merrier! 

Wishing you all the best!

Linked to: "Cat Thursday"

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

No Words Needed

~Maggie P.~

Linked to: Blog Paws

Blue Jeans and Coffee Beans

By Joanne DeMaio

Maris Carrington has life figured out. She is a successful denim designer, in the fast paced city of Chicago. Then she is called home to the East Coast to settle her father’s estate and it changes everything, including Maris.

Maris finds long-forgotten home movie, changing the way she sees things now. Taking custody of an old dog while reconnecting with old friends also causes her to rethink her life and herself.

Maris wonders if the life she created is as important as the one she once had. She finds herself torn, and weighing the two lives. She also finds herself more aware of the lives of those around her, comparing her own life to theirs.

The lives we create and the things that bring us there are part of who we are. Some of this may be fate, but some of it is choice based upon who we are and what we want. It is our own personal purpose to piece it all together.

Joanne DeMaio has written another beautiful novel that addresses these issues with heartfelt emotion. Her characters are believable and authentic to the story. This is a very comfortable book, like denim and a mug of good coffee. 

Please visit Joanne DeMaio on her webite, and on her Facebook author page. Her books are available through Amazon.
Joanne DeMaio

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

The Weight of Small Things

By Sherri Wood Emmons

There are many forms of love. In this novel, the resilience of love is both evident and sustaining, however fragile it may be.  

This is a novel of two very different women who are longtime friends. Though they lead very different lives, their bond is a constant acceptance and strength for each woman.

Corrie has had a difficult childhood, but has risen above it all to marry a successful attorney. It is not the life she once planned, but it is a very good life. The one thing missing is a much desired baby.

Bryn is a free spirit in a longtime relationship with someone who will never offer her stability. Suddenly that is exactly what she finds she needs. She must make serious decisions for her future, and who it will involve.

Their friendship deepens to a new level as they find themselves in an unusual kind of role reversal. They are drawn even closer together to figure things out in new ways.

A college reunion brings Corrie face to face with her past. The love of her life returns, and he is looking for her. Abruptly leaving town many years before broke Corrie’s heart, affecting her forever. Now that he is back, she is faced with serious soul searching.

The characters in this novel are tightly woven and very human. Their plights, emotions, choices and decisions are all very genuine. The reader is immediately drawn into their world.

Sherri Wood Emmons delivers another novel of real situations and characters that you can believe in, hope for and care about. She is a gifted author. I have read every one of her novels, from her first. I look forward to each novel, and am always very pleased with her work. I highly recommend her books.  

Monday, March 25, 2013

With or Without You

A Memoir

By Domenica Ruta

Domenica Ruta grew up poor, in an Italian blue collar area near Boston. The area had the frightening history of involvement during the Salem Witch Trials. It was difficult then, and remained difficult in Domenica’s time.

Domenica’s mother was a drug addict and dealer, whose life rose and fell with her addictions. Yet, she remained true to her daughter, giving her a love and respect for art, in all its forms.

This memoir is of a young woman coming of age during a time of changes in her world, and the world at large. It chronicles her relationship with her mother, and breaking away from her learned behaviours to find herself. This is a very powerful
book of strength, bravery, and love.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

"Inner Peace"

If you can start the day without caffeine,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,

If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,

If you can resist complaining and
 boring people with your troubles,

If you can understand when your loved
 ones are 
too busy 
to give you any time,

If you can take criticism and
 blame without resentment,

If you can conquer tension
 without medical help,

If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

If you can relax without alcohol…

...then you are probably
The Family Dog!

~Author & Photo Unknown~

*In honour of our dogs,
all beyond the Rainbow Bridge.*

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Friday, March 22, 2013


The taunting, insults, and judgments had gone on her whole life it seemed. She had fought them, and then tried to ignore their words and assaults. Eventually she gave up, knowing she would never fit into their mold or be like them.

Ultimately, she decided that she no longer cared to conquer them. She finally realized it was more important to conquer herself.

Photo & Word Prompt:

Simon's Cat: Feed Me

Linking to: Burnt Food Dude
for: Feline Friday

Thursday, March 21, 2013


Look at the birds…
see what secrets they tell.

I leave offerings of
cornbread for them,
but when I advance
they flee.

You also flee 
when I approach.
I wonder if it is me,
or what I offer.  
~McGuffy Ann Morris~
Image: Photobucket

Linked to: Poet's United 
Word Prompt: Reaction

The Invisible Girls

A Memoir

By Sarah Thebarge

A double-degree Ivy League graduate, with a fiancée, Sarah had it all going in the right direction. Then she was hit with breast cancer, losing it all, including herself.

Feeling alone and now invisible, Sarah relocates to Portland, Oregon to begin anew. There she meets a young mother and her five daughters, all from Somali, Africa. They are refugees, left alone after Hadhi’s husband abandoned them.

Reaching out to Hadhi, who also feels invisibility of loneliness, Sarah begins to heal. She helps the young mother and her daughters to find their way and their life in America. In doing so, she finds her own way in her new life.

A painfully lovely memoir, it is deep and healing. Those who have struggled with the feelings of loneliness and invisibility will find hope and purpose.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Spring Blessings

"God Made a Farmer"
by Paul Harvey

And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise 
and said, "I need a caretaker!". 
So, God made a farmer!
God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows 

and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper 
and then go to town and stay past midnight 
at a meeting of the school board. 
So, God made a farmer!
I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, 
yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. 
Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, 
come home hungry and have to wait for lunch 
until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies 
and telling them to be sure to come back real soon...and mean it. 
So, God made a farmer!
God said "I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, 

shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, 
feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, at planting time and 
harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. 
Then, painin’ from "tractor back", put in another seventy two hours. 
So, God made a farmer!
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts 

at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds 
and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees 
the first smoke from a neighbor's place. 
So, God made a farmer!
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, 

heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs 
and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets...
and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend 
the broken leg of a meadow lark. 
So, God made a farmer!
It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight...

and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, 
feed and breed...and rake and disc and plow and plant 
and tie the fleece and strain the milk. 
Somebody to replenish the self-feeder and then 
finish a hard day’s work with a five mile drive to church. 
Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft strong 
bonds of sharing, who'd laugh and then sigh...
and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says 
he wants to spend his life "doing what dad does". 
So, God made a farmer!

To all farmers, everywhere,  
as we pray for a year of blessings & bounty.
May your crops be healthy & plentiful.
Thank you for all you do all year, every year.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Wild Heartland

America's Heartland, in its wild glory...

farm, field, and nourishing waters.

photos: McGuffy Ann Morris 

Linked to: Our World Tuesday

Monday, March 18, 2013


We each have a fence around us,
to each their own, to protect us,
to mark our space in the world
often keeping others out.
We see the grass, seemingly
greener than our own, 
albeit an illusion tempting us 
to go beyond our enclave.
A fence cannot protect us  
from the harsh winds or 
coldness of the world.
It is then that we build 
brick walls.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

Linked to: Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Cats & Daughters

They Don’t Always Come when Called

By Helen Brown

This book follows Helen brown’s memoir, Cleo, the wonderful memoir of the cat who healed her family during a time of many changes. Cleo was a very “persnickety” cat, and just what they needed.

Now Cleo is gone. Many believe that once a pet crosses the Rainbow Bridge, it will send you a pet that you need. Here comes Jonah! She wonders if high-energy Jonah is the answer, as he is very different than Cleo had been!

Helen’s son is getting married and starting his own life and family. Her daughter is beginning a questionable quest of her own (a Buddhist nun), much to Helen’s concern. Helen, herself, has serious health issues, facing breast cancer. Life is chaotic and filled with a whole new set of very real challenges.

This new memoir is another wonderful book by Helen Brown. It is genuine and honest. Cat fanciers will especially enjoy Jonah and his own way of healing, just as Helen did.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

It's all about the wearin' o' the green,

because today it's for the Irish!

So get out there and have some fun!

Have a wonderful St. Patrick's Day!

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Friday, March 15, 2013


For too many years she had been confined, a prisoner within herself. She had long since forgotten the independence of movement. Every silent waking moment was spent praying for ultimate freedom.

Now she felt calmness spread through her, releasing the heavy grief of her pain. Closing her eyes she gave in, feeling herself grow lighter as she drifted toward the paradise of final peace.

Word Prompt: Paradise

Image: Photobucket

Naughty Cats!

This is shared by Bill,
who loves naughty cats.

Linked to: Burnt Food Dude
for Feline Friday

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

"Habemus Papam"

We have a Pope!
Pope Francis I
Jorge Mario Bergoglio, 
Argentina, South America,
1st Jesuit, non-European Pope.
May God bless him as he leads.


birds migrate again,
origami shapes take flight
filling skies above

Linking to: Haiku Heights
Word Prompt: Origami

*Sandhill Crane flying over my backyard in migration*

Tuesday, March 12, 2013


She takes the beads from the pouch
that is as timeworn as she.
Her stiff hands slowly begin to move,
as her lips silently begin the prayers.
Though the motion is repetitive,
her heart and soul are in each prayer.
She believes that the beads are the
keys to heaven, and she is ready 
to unlock the gate.

The Maumee River

The Maumee River runs through 
northeastern Indiana  & northwestern Ohio, 
before flowing into the Maumee Bay
of Lake Erie, near Toledo, Ohio.
It is an Ohio State Scenic River. 

These photos were taken on my 
Trucking Road Trip with Bill,
during October 2012. 

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