Today, I remembered the day our daughter and her family moved back to the USA, which was several years ago. They kept their house here in Italy, so in the beginning we had to go there frequently. We had to empty the fridge, close windows, and tidy things up. Then we went upstairs to stripContinueContinue reading “What Makes a Home {and a Blogging Home}?”
Category Archives: Writing
Why Am I Here?
That’s a question I often ask myself. Not ‘Why am I here on this earth?” No, that question was answered years ago, many years ago at this point, when Christ entered my heart. I was created because He wanted me to be. Just as He wanted you and every piece of creation. He loved usContinueContinue reading “Why Am I Here?”
I Asked AI, With Interesting Results
They want us to believe that AI can do just about anything we ask of it. We’re starting to see it on more and more platforms, such as Canva, Pixabay, and WordPress. Intrigued by this phenomenon, I started experimenting to see how AI would depict me or describe my life, interests, and beliefs. AI hasContinueContinue reading “I Asked AI, With Interesting Results”
Why I Started Using Pop-Ups on My Blog
I’m not usually a fan of pop-ups, especially ads. Or when a site is so full of them that it’s like running the gauntlet to get to the content. But WordPress.com has a new feature: subscriber pop-ups that don’t require a third-party service. So you don’t have to remember yet another username and password! I’llContinueContinue reading “Why I Started Using Pop-Ups on My Blog”
The Night After Christmas: A Poem
‘Twas the night after Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was hungry, not even a mouse; The stockings still hung there, all limp and bare, With hopes that no tummy aches would soon appear. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, With visions of presents flying through their heads; AndContinueContinue reading “The Night After Christmas: A Poem”
The Coming of Mr. Pemberton
Everyone wondered, and no one knew. Knew who Mr. Pemberton was, that is. Oh, they all knew of the Pemberton family. At least the older ones. The cranky old man who used to throw things at them when they were kids. And just because they passed his house! Not because they’d stolen his apples orContinueContinue reading “The Coming of Mr. Pemberton”