We call him Mister Dude — Ah dad…


Please enjoy this amazing tribute to a child, wonderfully penned by Ah dad.

There once was a boy who lived in a village that time forgot. It was a fabulous place to live, a place filled with happiness, laughter and love. Where the other villagers took care of one another. They were considerate and kind. And this boy stole the hearts of all the other villagers. Some visitors […]

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I Never Told You


You never knew that your smile was the sunlight in my world.  I would listen to your breathing while watching your chest rise and fall.  A miracle before my eyes.  To be entrusted with your life, a creature so small and helpless, was terrifying.  Perfection, delivered into my hands.  Who was I to shape your future?  How could I possibly do the right thing, say the right thing?  Just living day to day was enough of a battle.  Not worthy.  Not enough.  Not me.

My wish, more than anything, is that you can look back on your life and smile.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

V – View of the World


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V – View of the world

Towering over her, she looked up into Grandpa’s eyes.  Smiling back at her, he held out a gnarled hand.   She took it.  His hand swallowed hers, making it disappear.

Looking into her sparkling blue eyes, Grandpa was never happier than when he was in her presence.

Her questions were non-stop.  “Grandpa, what’s that dog’s name?  Why is his hair three colors?  My hair is only one color!  If I had a dog, I would name it Ralph.  What would you name your dog Grandpa?”

He took it all in, loving every second and as patiently as he could, he answered her questions.

She let loose of his hand and ran on ahead; her hair flying out behind her.  She plopped down in the grass and picked the first dandelion she could reach.  She blew HARD, scattering the little seeds to the four winds.

Grandpa smiled as he approached.  It as if the sun had lit up that spot just for her.   Her hair shone and danced around her shoulders.  She looked up as Grandpa neared, her teeth were set in a wide grin from ear to ear.

“Grandpa!  Help me!  There are so many to blow!”

Grandpa looked down at her and said “Honey, you don’t have to blow them all!”

She looked around her, wide eyed.  “Oh thank goodness!”

H- Home


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I know, I know.  It’s been a while.

When I hear the word home I always get a little wispy.  I’ve moved So Many Times.  I’ve started over So Many times.  So the word Home probably has a different meaning to me than it does to you.

I didn’t grow up with lifelong childhood friends.  I remember few people I went school with because they were not in my life very long.

I lot of people can drive through their “home town” and drive right to the house they grew up in and point at it.  They can tell you all kinds of childhood memories about that house.

I have no home town or house I “grew up” in.

I grew up mostly in the back of the station wagon, or in a tent.  A lot of my very early childhood memories are of berry fields and orchards.  I would play among the fruit as my parents worked to harvest it.

Sure I went to school, but many different schools.

After I left home at the tender age of 16, I was on the move again.  I was a young woman without a brain cell in her head, trying to figure it all out.  I went wherever the wind or my inclination at the time led me.

Before I was 20 years old, I had lived in Oregon, Washington, California, Arizona, Texas, Wisconsin and Tennessee.  There may be more locations mixed in there that I don’t remember.

As an adult, (am I REALLY an adult?) I’ve continued to move again and again.

Once in a while I am a bit envious of those that had a steady upbringing.  Those kids that came home from school to the same house every day.  Or met up with friends they had had since the 2nd grade.  But then again, I’ve met people that have never left the county they now live in!  I can’t imagine that!

My life, good, bad or otherwise is what has shaped me into the person I am today.   I’m pretty pleased with that person.  When I look on the mirror and that (mature) woman looks back at me, I like to think that she did pretty well for herself!

I’m pretty sure that the specific house I’m in right now will not be my last.  I don’t know what the future holds for me, but I have the feeling that I’m right where I should be.