SheilaScribbles
my thoughts on life
When I was a young girl, I took piano lessons. It was the kind of thing one did. You either took piano or dance. Piano was our family choice. I know my first lessons came when we lived in Idaho the first time, I just am not sure if I was in second or third …
I used to love to blog. It was fun, it was therapeutic, it was an easy way to “write”. Being on Google Blogger I had an easy audience from all over the world, regular readers, and a great support network. Then it became possible for me to get my own “website” (I have loving family …
My mother had a green thumb. I can’t remember there ever being a time when she wasn’t growing something inside the house, and usually outside too. I don’t seem to have inherited that gift, and honestly I haven’t tried too hard to cultivate it. My husband and I have talked a lot lately about nature …
I was 7 years, 3 months, and 9 days old when Rev. King was assassinated. To be honest, I have no memories concerning it. But I do know how his life and death impacted me. My generation focused on the phrase “not judged by the color of their skin”. We tried to embrace a combination of …