To All The Caretakers Out There–Thank YOU

I THINK she’s going crazy–Scratch that.
Now I KNOW she’s lost her mind.

The clothes are in the pantry
And the dishes are on the line.

She’s added extra cobwebs to the ones already there
& covered them with glitter; Says she likes the sparkles everywhere

She sat the mop down at the table
& dressed her up for tea.

I must say, the mop looks fetching in her bonnet
Oh no! Perhaps it’s rubbing off on Me!

And in the dust of the ceiling fans she’s written us all love notes

She’s humming & singing & smiling again
Makes us wonder what she wrote.

For dinner she made us breakfast,
Fed the dog’s food to the cats.

And when she tucked us in bed tonight she kissed my toes & put on my hat.

She read us our favorite story but started from the end
And when she got to the beginning she paused & read it again

Finally, too sleepy to keep track of her antics anymore
I looked and saw she, too had fallen asleep in her chair beside the door

I got out of bed with my cover, took the book & placed it on the floor.
Covered her from head to toe, hearing her soft & gentle snore.

I smiled as I kissed her cheek, knowing she always gave us her very best
And I was Happy she was sleeping now, Happy she had finally stopped to rest.

I smiled & thought: Tomorrow I will help her, for she loves us more than life itself–to that I can attest.

-dde =)

***Something from the days when the Office was still in the house back in 2015, or so. Glad I now have a dedicated office to work from. If only I was able to get over to it more often. Owell, perhaps tomorrow will be different. Happy Tuesday, All =)


I would say for me, there are no good old days that I would care to return to.

To me Childhood was something i just had to pass through on the way to Now. Yes there were some good times, but there were also some bad times and more than a few ugly times.

Some of those are vivid and clear, forever in the forefront of my mind; others are hazy, but not forgotten.

It is with good reason then that I choose to leave them be as the Now is continally being created & the future is always ahead, glistening & new, exciting & unseen.

Running 🏃‍♀️ 🏃

Yes, I am a runner.

I run 5K’s & Marathons-For those I’ve run a ton

I run obstacles races, and on treadmills, and sometimes I run just for fun

I run to the grocery store to buy us things when we’re just about to run out

I run to pick up and shuttle my kids to their activities; a seemingly never ending chore, no doubt

I run into old friends and make new ones while I’m out & about

And I’ve even been known, on occasion, to run my ever loving mouth

I run when it’s hot, I run when it’s cold

I run in the rain, in the wind; Running never gets old

I run in the morning, in the afternoon, and, if I have to, I’ll even run at night

Sometimes I run out of excuses, and run into trouble when things aren’t going right

Whether running from, or running to, depends entirely on you,

And where you’ve been and where you’re going. Chances are you’re a runner, too!

Why Writing? ✍️

No, writers can’t cure cancer, or even the common cold, but they can sometimes offer services beyond measure for those when they need it most.

Writers can listen to those that need an ear to bend; someone to listen to every last detail & feel it along with them, the sorrows, the joys, the fears & isolation. The gifts of time, attention & empathy that a writer can give are something one doesn’t realize the importance of until those gifts are gone.

Writers can lend a voice to those who cannot speak for themselves. Reasearching, documenting & shining a light on something once hidden or unheard of in the mainstream, a writer can enable a dialogue for discussion & create a context for change or betterment for others.

Writers can help those needing to find the words to express themselves & tell their own stories. Helping organize the thoughts that tumble out in a crazed, often incoherent rush of emotion is something a writer can do for someone. When working together to tell a person’s story or point of view, writers enable their partners the ability to share their experiences & knowledge without fear of reprisal for lacking that particular writing ability that writers are blessed to possess.

Writers can cheer up those that are at a low point in their lives by telling a tale that can take the reader away from the pain or monotany of everyday life, if even for a little while. Time travel, great journeys, even a “How To” manual can set the mind on fire with ways of making the impossible possible.

Writers can see things that others might miss, in ways that they may not be able to see for themselves. By turning a situation around and offering it from multiple viewpoints, writers can offer a critical & more thorough view of a subject than a cursory first glance or a biased & manipulated piece allows.

Writers can paint a picture with words. Describing it all or leaving just enough to let the reader’s imagination fill in the blanks, thereby allowing the reader to own the story and relate on yet another level that the writer themselves didn’t even know existed.

And the best part is: Writers, with all these abilities & talents, can be anyone at anytime and at any place. Just pick up a pen & begin.