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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 YOU WORRY SO?

WHY DO YOU WORRY SO?

WHY DO YOU WORRY SO?Lately, I’ve been quietly freaking out.  And after the “derrring do” this past weekend in Washington, even more than usual. I’m not always quiet about it but the Captain has selective hearing and when immersed in Sudoku, turns deaf anyway. But...

EXTERMINATING SOME WEE CRITTERS.

EXTERMINATING SOME WEE CRITTERS.

EXTERMINATING SOME WEE CRITTERS.I’m in the sunset of my life. I’ve said farewell to late afternoon Yet, I’m not ready to welcome twilight. I find, at this time of my life, that long forgotten hymns and Bible verses from Bible study in my teens are parading through my...

AS ALWAYS, I LED WITH MY HEART

AS ALWAYS, I LED WITH MY HEART

AS ALWAYS, I LED WITH MY HEART I WAS DEAD WRONG – AGAIN. I’m a self-confessed do-gooder. Bleeding heart. Tree hugger. Human hugger. Dog hugger. In fact, anything or anyone that will stand still for long enough will get hugged. I do try to remember and ask first. Lamp...

I’M NIBBLING ON AN ELEPHANT

I’M NIBBLING ON AN ELEPHANT

I’M NIBBLING ON AN ELEPHANT (Flashback to 2013.) We are moving. Again. (And no, we are not military.) Sixteen moves in thirty-eight years. I swear this is the last time. I’M SO DONE! I’m sitting on a cardboard box in the basement. Contemplating stuff I’d dragged over...

DO I CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME?

DO I CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME?

    DO I CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME? And what matters most? What others think of me or what I think of myself. The thought caught me unawares. Of course, I care what others think. I want them to like me. Admire me. Want to be like me. Wish they could be my friend....

THERE’S ALWAYS AN UPSIDE TO A DOWNSIDE

THERE’S ALWAYS AN UPSIDE TO A DOWNSIDE

THERE’S ALWAYS AN UPSIDE TO A DOWNSIDE His Windy Highness Hurricane Michael blew through Lodge Creek in the Northern Neck of Virginia on a Thursday night. I guess we were fortunate that most of its fury had been spent. The wind was down to 50 mph from 150 mph when it...

ABOUT WITCHES, WRITERS AND HURRICANES

ABOUT WITCHES, WRITERS AND HURRICANES

ABOUT WITCHES, WRITERS AND HURRICANES She knew I was a writer. How? I hadn’t spoken more than ten words to the lady. We met while casually conversing late one afternoon Their sailboat docked next to us. Talk went to Hurricane Florence. And how fortunate we’d been. Our...

I’M BACKING A HORSE CALLED MARY POPPINS.

I’M BACKING A HORSE CALLED MARY POPPINS.

    I’M BACKING A HORSE CALLED MARY POPPINS. All I want to do is write. And hopefully, get some recognition for my writing. I’m a Mary Poppins kind of girl with a firm belief that there are other Mary Poppins types out there. And Chimney Sweeps to cheer them on. I...

AN EPIPHANY WHILE GROVELING IN THE DIRT

AN EPIPHANY WHILE GROVELING IN THE DIRT

AN EPIPHANY WHILE GROVELING IN THE DIRT I could also say, another lesson from my garden. But back to the beginning. Always a good place to start. I’VE BEEN AWAY FROM HOME FOR SIX MONTHS. Six months is an eternity in the lifetime of a garden in Florida. Ample rain,...

OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH…..

OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH…..

OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH….. I woke early. Well-rested. Happily anticipating a day doing my favorite things. I burrowed deeper. The dogs clamoring for their morning cuddle. A quick glimpse at my watch said 5.45 am and dear Lord, NOVEMBER 6TH. My stomach plummeted. My good...

SHE ALWAYS SAT ON MY RIGHT

SHE ALWAYS SAT ON MY RIGHT

SHE ALWAYS SAT ON MY RIGHT Wednesday afternoons were tuck box time in our boarding school. Tuck boxes were imaginative creations by mothers sending their little darlings off to school for the semester. My one brother told a story of how my mother cried tears of joy...

ELECTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

ELECTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

ELECTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES A throwaway remark by a radio host on a morning talk show. I was driving. Not paying much attention to the radio. I’d been scrolling through channels looking for fresh news. NOVEMBER 6TH DOMINATED. AS IT SHOULD. But I was sick of more of...

WHAT DOES A PIE CRUST HAVE TO DO WITH THE BIBLE?

WHAT DOES A PIE CRUST HAVE TO DO WITH THE BIBLE?

WHAT DOES A PIE CRUST HAVE TO DO WITH THE BIBLE? Pie crusts are tricky things. They really are. The Bible? Not so much. I’m good at following directions. No, I’m excellent. Outstanding. The perfectionist in me delights in carrying out well-laid out instructions....

THE LONGEST TEN MINUTES OF MY LIFE

THE LONGEST TEN MINUTES OF MY LIFE

THE LONGEST TEN MINUTES OF MY LIFE I hate tunnels. And small spaces. And elevators. Especially those dinky ones in old hotels in Europe where you can see each floor, and your life, groaning and squeaking past. There are two bridges and two tunnels connecting the...

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