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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.

WHY DO I WRITE?

WHY DO I WRITE?

WHY DO I WRITE?January 30, 2017. Is it really two years ago than I wrote this headline? Yes, I checked and double checked. It is. Some of you might remember. Some newcomers to my website, won’t. But here I am. Nothing has changed. I still write because I cannot NOT...

IF I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP, I WOULD WEEP.

IF I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP, I WOULD WEEP.

IF I THOUGHT IT WOULD HELP, I WOULD WEEP.Tear my clothes. Thump my chest. Alas. This is the 21st Century. If I did something like the above, someone would call 911 and they’d take me away for evaluation. Probably Baker Act me should the Captain object and tell them...

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...

THE WORLD’S FIRST HUMAN HEART TRANSPLANT

THE WORLD’S FIRST HUMAN HEART TRANSPLANT

THE WORLD’S FIRST HUMAN HEART TRANSPLANT How far we’ve come in fifty-one years! The drama unfolded on Sunday December 3rd, 1967. The setting - Groote Schuur Hospital, Cape Town, South Africa. The surgeon – Dr. Christiaan (Chris) Barnard. Dr. Barnard and his team,...

THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN

THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN

THE CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN Circa 1949 in faraway South Africa a little girl was so excited she almost couldn’t breathe. She’d never been to a circus, but she knew all about it. She’d seen pictures. And for Christmas she got a cut-out book with paper dolls and...

SOME THINGS CAN’T BE SALVAGED

SOME THINGS CAN’T BE SALVAGED

SOME THINGS CAN’T BE SALVAGED We were on the last leg of our long drive home. Tired. The Captain stopped for fuel. I ran into the store for coffee. Dark roast, hot and strong was what I needed. Next, creamer. Hmm. I didn’t want liquid. I’d cool down my coffee. Ah....

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