If you follow this blog then you might have gathered that I’m a fan of Debby’s writing. When I spotted this new release I had to grab it right away.
The book is very accurately described in the long title: It is a reflection on one specific relationship that lasted over 20 years with many challenges, which mostly stem from an age gap and health issues. This book touched me especially since I recently got married and – like the author – live with a long – term partner with many health issues.
What Kaye does with bravour is opening up about the problems encountered and how she and her partner have mastered them. Sensitive, humorous and with plenty of heart-felt love for her partner the book addresses important specific and genweral relationship issues.
I think many of us can learn from Debby, admire her choices and identify with the…
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Great American music
Let’s talk a bit about the “J” ladies who will join us on this 9th walk into my feminine song series. Our stroll starts with a century-old blues, the title of which has origins lost in haze beyond where the crow flies. Speculation has it that the Crow in the title refers to racist Jim Crow laws in Southern states in those vestigial days, or to the name of a Native American tribe, but no one seems to know for sure. In any case, CROW JANE is a ‘blues J’ that’s a jewel of its genre, performed here New Orleans street-style:
Next, we have a sweet little number from 1930. You’ll love her when you see….
I don’t know about you — I could go for more of this gal. But enough walking. This time, we’ll go by Cab (the fare is quite good):
I’ve been angry all my life. Everyone was always out to take from me. I’ve never had any friends. Even when I was in high school, the other kids would go out to lunch together while I sat by myself, just off the school grounds, and felt the loneliness that had become my life.
On Saturdays nights, the other kids would go out on dates or pile into a car for a night of adventure. I would hitchhike to the main drag, plant myself on a bus bench, and watch the world go by, wishing I was a part of it.
Things didn’t get much better after I became an adult. I existed in the world, but was not a part of it. I had no use for anybody. My loneliness had long ago morphed into hatred. Hatred for the whole damn human race.
Then one day, I saw a…
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Fall Sneaks In
Lighting bonfires amid falling leaves
Wearing sweaters and flannel sleeves
Roasting marshmallows and hotdogs
Hearing the north wind asking for fireplace logs
Watching Trick or Treaters bring in the frost
As the Headless Horseman seeks what was lost
Our hot summer slips away and fall sneaks in
While we carve out our pumpkin’s sly grin
Compassion in life is a beautiful thing. But exactly what is compassion? I’ve always thought of compassion as love in action. After writing the poem COMPASSION, I searched Google to find a definition. The synonyms fit perfectly into my preconceived notion for the poem because they not only included love and mercy, each synonym requires action (stirring) on our part to metamorphose the ideaof compassion into the realty of compassion.
May compassion reign in our hearts and hands.
~ Bette A. Stevens
noun: compassion; plural noun: compassions
sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others.
“the victims should be treated with compassion”
|synonyms:||pity, sympathy, empathy, fellow feeling, care, concern, solicitude, sensitivity, warmth, love, tenderness, mercy, leniency, tolerance, kindness, humanity, charity|
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