Sweet Tea Days |
She writes--long missives, pouring out her soul like tea that's been brewed and steeped and then watered down with niceties to make it more palatable. It is still too bitter for consumption.&nbs...
Posted by Cyn~ on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 02:49:00 PST |
Where I’ve Been |
Anybody miss me? I admit...I have been working my big end off....well, not entirely. But I went down to my sister's yesterday and took her out for her birthday. Baby sis. Had a...
Posted by Cyn~ on Thu, 20 Sep 2007 04:38:00 PST |
Awakening |
Awakening
Beneath this rubble lies the spiritOf America.Rumbling, mumbling as she isSuddenly stirred from her slumber.As the one who is frightened awake by a soundAnd not knowing exactly from whence...
Posted by Cyn~ on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 07:57:00 PST |
Nat’l Grandparent’s Day |
I'm going back home tomorrow to that little church I was brought up in for a visit with my only living grandparent, my Granny Lois. I remember being in her Jr. Boys and Girls Sunday School Class...
Posted by Cyn~ on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 09:42:00 PST |
Update |
I've been working too hard, I know. But this thing called survival keeps me hopping. It isn't that I don't have much to say, it's having the time to stop and say it. I am also trying...
Posted by Cyn~ on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 10:01:00 PST |
Distracted |
Sometimes you just have nothing to say.
Posted by Cyn~ on Tue, 04 Sep 2007 08:27:00 PST |
Love Never Fails |
What do you tell your child when tragedy strikes the nation in such horrific force as Columbine, 9/11, or as in the most recent Virginia Tech attack? Most of the time you cannot shield them from the m...
Posted by Cyn~ on Wed, 29 Aug 2007 07:00:00 PST |
Let Them Be Little |
With children, sometimes you just have to go with the flow. No matter how embarrassing you think your child's latest stunt is, chances are it has happened to someone els...
Posted by Cyn~ on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 02:23:00 PST |
Quote for the day |
Posted by Cyn~ on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 08:43:00 PST |
Nightsong |
Somewhere in the distance an old hoot owl is standing guard, his pale yellow eyes searching the darkness, his voice punctuating the soft summer night. Crickets are...
Posted by Cyn~ on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 07:19:00 PST |
