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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.

FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.

FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.

FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.There, I think that covers everyone! MAY I HUG YOU has passed it “use by date.” It is time to hit the pause button, step back and regroup. It has been a great and grand ride. Starting with my – Adventures of Hugging a Stranger...

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...

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....

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...

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