Most of my articles appear on my Medium.com page under my name. But, if you follow me here instead of there, I thought I’d post friend links to the articles. Friend links are Medium’s way of allowing access to articles to those who are not Medium members. Obviously, the platform would like more members, and…
When we went to Ireland last fall, my husband and I found the history there fascinating. We spent one of our days hiking in the Glendalough Valley found in the Wicklow Mountains. St. Kevin was a sixth-century monk who first lived in the Glendalough Valley as a hermit. He later founded a monastery at Glendalough….
It’s Poetry Friday! Our host this week is Bridget from Wee Words for Wee Ones. Please join her birthday celebration as she contemplates the need for happiness in the world as so many are suffering right now. Thanks for hosting Bridget! Next week, you’ll find Poetry Friday here, on The Apples in My Orchard, where…
Today is Silent Sunday. Each week, on this day, I post my own photographs on a theme of my choice. Later on Sunday, I post the context to my medium.com page for those who would like to know more about the photos.
I’ve long known what my name means. My given name, Carol, means joyous song. It is British in origin and the female version of Charles. I was named not for these reasons but because my mother had three close friends all named Carol – a popular name, apparently for a girl baby born in the…
I’ve spent considerable time this morning making our Christmas cards. I’m not physically making them but digitally constructing them on Shutterfly. No, this is not an advertisement for Shutterfly. I use their site because I am used to it. Each year, in March, I make family calendars through their software. And, I occasionally order a…
Last night, for the first time in many years, I went to church for a Christmas Eve service. It was to a church I once went to regularly, just up the street from my house. It was a church that I had served, doing “good deeds” by hanging bulletin boards and helping in Sunday School…
I do not know if I should be ashamed to admit that I have to work at being a good listener or not. Perhaps, it is admirable that I know I have to work at this trait, so I do. In any case, I think we can all use a reminder of what it takes…
I woke this morning, Christmas Eve of all days, thinking about death and dying. Odd, but I know the reason; two of my friends have lost their parents in the last two days. Each of their parents, it seems, were ill. But, death’s arrival has still shocked both of my friends. It always seems to…