A Note to Young Parents from Grammie

The little boy began to holler, "I don't want a spanking!"  I stood in line watching.  The mother's cart was full and she was getting frustrated.  He repeated the mantra desperately as his stoic father took the three year old by the hand and led him to the bathroom.  I held my breath until his … Continue reading A Note to Young Parents from Grammie

Day Old Kittens (and a mother’s instinct)

  He is pressed against my bosom and holds onto life with tiny claws on my skin.  My maternal instincts rush over me and I hold onto hope that he will live. His sister, also two days old, is vigorous wanting constant droppers of formula and despite being deaf and blind, would like to traipse around … Continue reading Day Old Kittens (and a mother’s instinct)

From the Front Porch (life unveiled)

  The nest of tiny blackbirds awakes in raucous song as their mother comes along to feed them.  A baby robin hops through the grass cheered on and carefully watched over by her parents.  An infant dove perches asleep on a branch.  From my front porch the world is alive and green and new.  New … Continue reading From the Front Porch (life unveiled)