On this eve of Thanksgiving, one naturally remembers holidays from the past, but on this particular day the memories are especially bittersweet. Where did the summer go? When I think of Thanksgivings from the past, I think of families and their traditions blended and shared, creating new families and traditions. Neil diamond wrote a song for Elvis Presley and the first line starts with;. Listen easy and you can hear God calling.

by Napkinwriter, Susan Heffron Hajec. May 27, 2013 by napkinwriter. The bait was the front cover photo. I felt transported to Ireland, a place I intend to visit one day and is at the top.

A journal of life on the prairie. I am going to stuff the rest of the jalapeños and cook them over the fire too. In flames like Big Tex! Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

In some pockets thy art. Is the wild limbs of the. 8220;A man lands twice. A woman lands once and then lands again. In a world shes left behind. That goes without much conveying. A reach that says much more.