One Liner Wednesday – Practicing Gratitude – November 20

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I never thought I wanted to  grow up to be like my mother.


There was an abundance of things I was sure I would never do that my mother did. I stood behind my convictions. I never wanted to do A, B, C, D, E, F, or G. And I didn’t.

But tonight, I was happily remembering things I am proud I do that my mother indirectly taught me. I am very good at being able to take care of myself financially. I take pride in a clean house. Clutter doesn’t stress me out. Holidays are important to me. I know how to iron clothes properly.  I am grateful I am like my mother in some ways. 

Then I reminisced about things I wished I had learned from my mother. I wish I knew how to make potato pancakes like my mom’s. They were to die for. Mine were usually more like hockey pucks. I have improved a wee bit over the years, but never as good as Moms.

I wish I learned how to make blintzes like Moms. I typically just purchased frozen ones. Tonight, I was feeling the loss of Mom, and I made a batch from scratch. They were amazing, if I do say so myself. I am grateful for the yummy things Mom made.

I wish I learned how to keep all my important documents neatly filed away from day one of my adult life. As I went through all my mom’s papers, per her request, I was amazed at her filing system. She made me promise to go through every paper after she passed and I did as she wanted.  I am grateful I keep many things organized even if I am not up to Mom’s standards.

I wish I had learned to crochet. Mom taught me how to knit but I never got the handle of crocheting. Every year she made slipper socks for each of us kids, all the grandkids, and then the great grandkids. She would repeatedly chastise my daughters if they did not measure their kids feet early enough for her to make the slippers. Many years ago Mom could make a pair in an hour or so. Later as her hands were riddled with arthritis it took days. I told her she did not need to keep making them, but it was a gift from her heart to ours. I miss those slipper socks.

I have a few pairs from years ago that I cherish. I did not want to wear them because I wanted to hold on to her gifts forever. I have begun to wear them lately because I know she made them with love and she would not want me to leave them sitting in my drawer as a memory. She was way to practical for that. Maybe someday I will learn how to crochet and I will make slipper socks for my grandkids. I am grateful for Mom’s talents.







One liner Wednesday – Nov. 13


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“Let us be gratefu to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” Marcel Proust


I am grateful to so many wonderful, amazing women (and a few great men) who have made me happy and allow my soul to blossom. I am a better, happier person for having you in my life. I read something today that said to be grateful for the people in your lives that bring you joy.  I hope I didn’t forget anyone as my brain tires. 

In no particular order:

Thank you MM for being a soul sister.

Thank you LW for loving our earth and gardens.

Thank you to CO for knowing and keeping al my secrets. 

Thank you ML for starting me on a blogging path.   

Thank you TK for being a great friend. 

Thank you DD for loving me for years and years. 

Thank you HB for being my sister from another mother. 

Thank you KH for bringing me so far in my growth and happiness. 

Thank you TC for our long standing loving friendship. 

Thank you SK for your giving nature. 

Thank you to GT for your friendship and advice. 

Thank you AP for giving my body freedom from constant pain. 

Thank you KG for making my fibro much more manageable.

Thank you BE for teaching me to search for gratitude. 

Thank you BH for being a loving friend. 

Thank you to LD, VS, and JM for your friendship in the writing group and beyond.

Thank you MF for being my loving non related cousin.

Thank you to the numerous sweet and caring women I have met in SARK.

Thank you TW for being a caring work spouse.

I admit that I sometimes think that I am all alone in this world. When I think about the people that bring me joy, I realize I have an amazing tribe. I am grateful for each and every one of you.