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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.

There’s Magic in the Sound of Silence

There’s Magic in the Sound of Silence

I love silence. Ours is a quiet household. With only my husband and I and two small dogs in the last house at the end of a cul de sac, silence is a given. Canals on two sides, gardens on the other, similar neighbors across the road, oh yes, it’s not hard to have...

How I Learned How Not to Be Crowded Out by My Thoughts.

How I Learned How Not to Be Crowded Out by My Thoughts.

I Created a Cave Called Solitude. Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash Sometimes being an empath is not all it’s cracked out to be. People, often total strangers, talk to me. I sense the story behind the story. What they are not saying. Their actions reveal more. There is...

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....

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...

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