I’ve been avoiding this post for more than a couple of weeks. No, I don’t have a dire disease. I do, however, have a medical issue. Though it didn’t develop overnight, the seriousness factor weighs heavy just now. Read the rest of this entry »
Sunday evening I agonized over whether to post Presence on Monday morning. Was it long enough? Good enough? Worth anyone taking time to read? Read the rest of this entry »
Rural Free Delivery
pulls into her yard
Stench in his nostrils
Chunky rotting food
steams swimming in slop
Grunting rutting hogs
Apples of her eye
Food on her table
Money in the bank
Sweet smell of success
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 January 2016
When I think about ties that bind me to the largest number of other people, PTSD wins hands down. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder affects every human being in this world, directly or indirectly, Read the rest of this entry »
Don’t blame the serpent
Don’t blame Eve
Don’t even blame the Devil
They didn’t make me do it
I lust after power
be it ever so humble
I lust for My Perfect World Read the rest of this entry »
Calling all Muffin, Cupcake and Kookie Monsters! Dance ’til you Drop!
I love blogging! Why? Because I’m having fun, doing what my heart tells me to do, at least most of the time.
Three things stand out when I think about this past year. Read the rest of this entry »
Seminary Land, 1990s. My faculty colleagues and I have been summoned to a meeting with the chair of the seminary board.
Recently we sent him a letter about a decision that will affect all of us. He didn’t appreciate our letter. Read the rest of this entry »
Castle Fraser — Front drive leading to formal entrance under the arch.
Dear Dad,
The 102nd anniversary of your birth came and went last week. For the first time since you died in 2010, it didn’t trigger a downward spiral in me. Read the rest of this entry »
At The Sky Hook Motel in Mitchell, Oregon, there was part of a Scripture verse in a picture frame on the wall. It brought to mind a memory.
Isaiah 49:16b
“…I have engraved you on the palms of my hands….”
Every time I visit my adult children these days I have aging on mind. My recent hike in a forest brought it all back.
Signs of death are everywhere. Like a slow dancing rain, Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 