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Thursday, December 4, 2008


Russell in the ICU. My heart breaks for their family. This brain tumor just won't give up. It is a beast. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Memories of my Grandparent's House

[Me (Karen Marie), my Grandmother Helen, and my sister Catherine Jean] Grandma and Grandpa’s House Memories from yesterday Within my mind, they have a way Of trying to dim, unravel, fray But I hold on to a slim ray And find that when I close my eyes, The gray gives way to sunny skies. Fog dissipating, though it tries, So I can grasp the bye and byes. And I see Grandma, tall, serene, While Grandpa chops the rhubarb clean Karen Marie and Catherine Jean not much heard, but always seen Laughing,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 30, 2008


Bad news. Some we know, not quite called friends, but more then acquaintances, have just found out their 14 year old son's brain tumor is back. My heart just breaks for them. I have no adequate words to describe how I feel, nor the energy to try to figure it out. God bless young Russell and his family. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

My Thanksgiving

My Thanksgiving...bittersweet. I found myself laying at God's feet, remembering our Thanksgiving 9 years ago, when mom was getting ready to go into the hospital for her Bone Marrow Transplant. And we kids and the five grandkids all had our picture taken, so she'd have something to look at during those long weeks to give her strength and courage and hope... Something to cling to. We didn't expect her to live. We were told it was a long shot. And then we were told if the transplant worked, she... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008


And so tomorrow is Thanksgiving and as I sit down before a fabulous meal of turkey, mashed potatoes, pan fried dressing and pumpkin pie, I want to remember the simple Harvest Feast. 1621...venison and wild fowl. Thanks to God for a safe arrival, after a very long voyage. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 24, 2008

A Tribute to Memere

A Eulogy I wrote for my Grandmother's funeral in July of 2000. She was a strong, stoic woman on the outside, but very sensitive inside. She lived with my parents for many years until my own mother became ill in 1999. She then lived in an assisted living home in Michigan near my mom's sister until she passed away the following year at the age of 97 In your uniqueness, in your independence, in your extraordinary strength, we thought that you would live forever. But now, your chair sits empty, your... Sign in to see full entry.

Graving and my Baby Uncle

Walking through the cemetery one cold, but sunny Winter afternoon led me to my dad's family plot, where my Grandpa is buried along with his parents and other family members, most of whom I never had the privilege of knowing. What caught my attention was a small grave, overgrown with grass and weeds, that said simply, "Baby Maier". There was a birth date, which was also the death date....that's all. I have a vague memory of my Grandma telling me that she and my Grandpa had had a stillborn baby... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, November 23, 2008


There blows a sharp, cold winter breeze and through the peaceful snow wrapped trees, upon a gentle, frozen pond the skater glides with knowing ease. Across the ice her being flies, while silver skates sing lullabies. Just how can she see love in this do wonder cold, blind passers by. Against the wood she is so fair, a pure and simple living prayer. And those who know and understand are those whole live and wander there. Their eyes see what their warm hearts know, for when she stops and turns to... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 22, 2008


When I was young, I used to walk through cemeteries with my journal and camera. I have found out recently that there is actually a name for this is called Graving. I have, from my earliest childhood, been drawn to cemeteries, finding them to be places of peace and tranquility, perfect for coming face to face with the unexplainable beauty that comes with pondering the mystery of life. I remember spending many afternoons as a teenager, strolling aimlessly through cemeteries, reading... Sign in to see full entry.

A Poem--Honesty

Here are just a few of my thoughts, Not only from what I've been taught, But from what I truly believe That comes from down inside of me. Honesty…. It means no lying, No letting up instead of trying. It means no cheating on a test. It means no untruths when you're asked. Honesty…. There are many definitions to it And different roads that lead right to it And sadly more roads that lead Right through it. Honesty…. Is hard but freeing. It leads to a peaceful place of being. But what seems most... Sign in to see full entry.

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