Whispered Promises

Let me tell you where I am at in life. I am settled with my husband in a sweet little home that needs some renovation, which I will do. Our lives were drastically changed after the Super Storm Sandy which completely shut down our mom and dad grocery store which was struggling. Our Money is wrapped tight in stocks for another year and a half, surviving for over a year on a small amount of unemployment. My husband is now a correctional officer at a prison and I work for the local Newspaper. The last of the girls have moved out, and have flown. No one is married yet, no one is close to that. But all are between 19 to 26 years of age. From Teacher, waitresses to Tattoo artist. My life book jumps around a lot.Unexpectedly, the pages get in a rhythm, you get the feel, becomes predictable and then 'pow', a brand new chapter that looks nothing like the rest. But my husband and I even have changed in look, our diets have changed and we are shedding weight as though ...

What is a Tech Junkie? Well the Urban dictionary explains it this way: "A tech savy person who cannot function/live without constantly being connected to the current Technology. This person is constantly thinking and/or talking about the current tech or whats just around the corner. Whether its the internet, HD tvs, gaming consoles, smart phones or the latest Blu-Ray release, this is the guy you go to for your tech info & advice. " I am that girl. That means my smart phone has all the latest aps on it. It sleeps next to my bed. It is my alarm, my communication, and my hangout with my non-local buddies. When I wake I check my phone for the weather, the time and any important appointments on my calendar. I then pick up my kindle, check Facebook, play my on-going word games, click into my devotional and write in my journal, and if have time, watch a Ted Talk, all the while the TV is running the morning news in the background. If driving somewhere new, my gps is telling ...

  Martin Last night was very difficult My middle daughter - Ashli a 20 year old artistic hipster- has raised and cared for a hedgehog she named Martin.It was her very first, very own pet. He got a cut on his back foot and despite all the love and care she gave him (And she was VERY devoted and was constantly doing everything that was right, he got an infection. She took him to the vets yesterday .   I called her last night to see how he was doing and she was sobbing so hard she was hiccuping. Martin has to have his back foot amputated in order to survive and it was going to cost more than she could afford.   Crying then along with her, I offered to pay it and she could pay half back in payment..just trying to help...and she quetly said, "Mom, they love him. He is smart (he does do a few tricks) and he is lovable. They never met one like him, I was going to have to opt to put him down but they said they would do it and keep him there as their mascot of hope. I agreed. ...

Dad had a stroke a few weeks ago. It affected his hearing and his sight, He has vision in half of one eye and the other vaguely sees shadows now. But most disturbing to him is the idea that he cannot read. Its not that he cannot see it, it is the fact that he cannot comprehend what he is reading, the words aren't making sense to him. This is very frustrating to him, and my family doesn't get it, but I do. There are a great many differences about dad and I, but there are some major commonalities. One of those is reading. Dad reads his bible in the morning, then the news paper (The Daily Review) after he works mowing his bids or working on his wide list of mom-wants and 'needstogetdones', he comes in to read a book, at the end of the eve he always reads his devotional. So my point is, half of dad's enjoyment in life is reading. He is very hard of hearing, this is his sanctuary, so he is working very hard at not being frustrated. He is going to be having a stent pu...

wrote this about someone very close to me. It is a true story and I needed it to be put onto paper. Its what I do. ~~ He lived on the outskirts of town, just beyond peering eyes and wagging tongues. Forgotten as he had wished it to be, not so much a recluse, a recluse would provoke curiosity. No, he held a job, shopped at the stores and walked among men, but he spoke from the heart to no one, not anymore, not since he had fallen from his steed. His armor now rusted, useless. He lived with a girl. A sweet girl, but no one remarkable, nothing very memorable about her, just an average sweet girl. She blended in with the other women, her long hair tucked in a twisted pony tail, t-shirt and jeans her average attire. She wasn’t from town so she remained with him, leaving only for work or to shop with him. She wore no makeup nor did she care for flashy jewelry. She preferred a dogs company to girl friends, so they had two and occasionally you passed her as she walked th...

I have boxes and boxes of stuff Baby pictures, art pictures, kitchen fairies, lotions and clothing, to name just a few items. All from the NY apartment. They are in my bedroom taking up way too much room. I have to sort through them. Decide what to keep, where to keep it and what to toss. I already did the initial sorting when I packed. But it got easier just to pack and decide later. Besides, it was bringing up so many memories. The girls growing up, the hated divorce, the struggle in between, the holiday joys and the school papers of three little girls, now women. Who let that happen? Now I have to sort once again. Lord help me. There were some things I had forgotten. Like post cards from my best friend, who was staying in England and traveling across Europe while I was going through the divorce, she decided I should choose a last name to my liking, since I could legally change it anyways. So post cards and letters came to me with the last name popular in the region she was travell...

The party was a success.  I made a point to see each of my friends and talk to them, it was an open house so thankfully, I could do this as each trickled in at their own time throughout the day. Thank you Gael. You are a doll. I have good friends. Who ever was unable to come wrote me a letter or note on facebook or on my phone. It has humbled me, it has made me ever so grateful to the large hearts I have associated myself. There are awesome faithful people in a world that has been cracked and split on me. These are my glue, they have grounded me. We have listened to our tears, rejoiced in our triumphs, leaned on each others' shoulders and loved, graciously. I was the recipient of such yesterday. I am humbled, I am grateful and I am blessed. The radio station yesterday had a question, they were asking the audience, If you were to die would you want to see who came to your funeral? Perhaps the greater question would be, would you regret not doing more, not being there enough for ...