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THE STORIES AND GLORIES OF HUGGING A STRANGER A DAY … AND OTHER LIFE LESSONS

Ida Adams

Writer/Dreamer. Not of this world. Just passing through. Lover of All Creatures Great and Small. Unapologetic Christian.

Are You Laden With Pollen of Justice, Love, and Peace?

Are You Laden With Pollen of Justice, Love, and Peace?

Ida Adams Sep 17 · Personal photo from writer’s files It was one of those perfect mornings. A brief thunderstorm overnight had left us a rain-washed garden. Steam rose from the soil as the sun crept over the horizon, promising another hot, humid day. Buzzing wings...

DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME?

DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME?

DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME?Somewhere. Anywhere. Begging to Come Out. · There was the Mills and Boone phase out of the U.K. Hearts and Flowers. Gentle romances that didn’t make one wrap the book cover in brown paper when reading in public. “This,” I thought, “this I...

THE STAR CHILDREN AMONG US.

THE STAR CHILDREN AMONG US.

THE STAR CHILDREN AMONG US.I could also say Aliens, Angels and Grandchildren. Some time ago I watched a TV program on Aliens. This is an earth-shattering announcement. Grandma watching TV is a miracle. I never do. But there I was. Wine glass in hand, keeping Grandpa...

THOSE NEW YEARS’ RESOLUTIONS.

THOSE NEW YEARS’ RESOLUTIONS.

THOSE NEW YEARS’ RESOLUTIONS.I subscribe to a website called Quora. I indicate my interests and areas of “expertise,” then answer questions posed by other readers. I’m always flattered when a question comes my way that I feel I can answer. Often, it’s outside my...

ON THIS FINAL DAY OF 2018

ON THIS FINAL DAY OF 2018

ON THIS FINAL DAY OF 2018 The old year gasps and stutters and limps towards the finish line. I feel philosophical. “Calm and unflinching in the face of trouble, defeat or loss.” According to Merriam-Webster.” I firmly believe in signs and omens and dreams.  Thus, I’ve...

Is this the sign I’ve been waiting for?

Is this the sign I’ve been waiting for?

Is this the sign I've been waiting for? My computer died. On a Thursday evening. When I had a blog due on Friday. Now, I know there are hearty souls out there who write books on their phones. I'm not one of them. No Sirree. I want a decent keyboard and mouse and all...

WHEN HE COMES AGAIN

WHEN HE COMES AGAIN

    WHEN HE COMES AGAIN Christmas has come and gone. All that remains is to take down the ornaments and the tree. And put out trash bag after trash bag of wrapping and tinsel and rosettes and more. Gather together the gifts that will be returned. Or store to be...

IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE

IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE

IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE Advent has come and gone. As I eagerly await the birth of the Christ Child, my mind once again turns to his mother. What do I really know about her? I thought about her as I went about my days through Advent. I dreamt about her. I tried to walk her...

LORD, I’M BADLY IN NEED OF A MOUNTAIN TOP MOMENT.

LORD, I’M BADLY IN NEED OF A MOUNTAIN TOP MOMENT.

LORD, I’M BADLY IN NEED OF A MOUNTAIN TOP MOMENT. I’m downer than down. Memories of those who have gone before are swirling around in my waking moments. And in my sleep, they come as dreams. The joy I should feel with the imminent birth of the Christ Child is nowhere...

RUN GIRL RUN!

RUN GIRL RUN!

RUN GIRL RUN! Last night I got a kick in the rear from one of my favorite writers. A lady called Joyce Meyer. (https://www.joycemeyer.org/) I owe this woman a great deal. The influence she’s had on my life can not be measured. It came at a time when I badly needed...

A DOG AND A DUCK AND ME

A DOG AND A DUCK AND ME

A DOG AND A DUCK AND ME I watch our poodle, Louie, with his favorite yellow duck. Aptly named Daffy. Chew, lick chew. Briefly he rests his head on the neck of the duck, eyes closed. He gets up. Wanders around. Goes back to Daffy. Chew, lick, chew. Sleeps. Wakes....

50 – 20 – 10 – 5

50 – 20 – 10 – 5

    50 – 20 – 10 – 5 This one is for all my friends who write, want to write, think about writing or are teaching writing. The Perfect Recipe for the Perfect Headline. It has side benefits. I wish I could lay claim to this. Alas, not my brainchild. That honor goes to...

I’M RUNNING ON EMPTY.

I’M RUNNING ON EMPTY.

    I’M RUNNING ON EMPTY. I’m trying to get into the Christmas Spirit. I shouldn’t have to try. As a Christian it should be a given. All the signs are there. The Salvation Army Red Kettle and Bell Ringer. The decorated trees. The inevitable “I’m dreaming of a White...

WHAT I HATE MOST ABOUT AGING

WHAT I HATE MOST ABOUT AGING

WHAT I HATE MOST ABOUT AGING The Lump of Lard Below my Waistline. It’s more commonly known as belly fat. Or, if you want to sound knowledgeable, visceral fat. I swear it came out of nowhere. As did its twin sisters. Comfortably ensconced on my sides. A little towards...

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