Tell Me the Truth

Graphic of the word truth
Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

Today we embark on a week-long trip to see family. Our primary role will be doting grandparents – roles that fit us well. My presence here will be somewhat scarce as I like to stay in the moment as much as possible. These trips have been rare since the pandemic began so we will take full advantage of the opportunity.

I have been asking the same question of many professionals this week. When asking the question the response was often, “Do you want the truth?” Yes, of course I wanted the truth. Imagine my surprise when all answers were drastically different. So, I want to leave you with a few questions to ponder while I am popping in and out.

  1. What is truth?
  2. Is truth absolute or is it nuanced?
  3. Does our personal experience impact our idea of what is true?
  4. Why does it seem everyone’s version of the truth is somewhat different?
  5. Do you always tell the truth?
  6. Who do you trust to tell you the truth?

Share your thoughts here or on a post of your own.

I look forward to seeing you on the flip side.


My Life Story – Tranquil Thursday #1

A black and white photo of a solitary boat on a lake

I once sat down to write my memoir. The initial scene was set and I had a perfect picture in my mind of me as a six year old, sitting on the sidewalk, waiting for the dew to dry. Once I started to introduce others into my story, I got lost. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed with the responsibility of writing about other people.

It is easy to find quotes from writers that support me writing my memories as I remember them regardless of others. They are my memories after all.

Memories are funny little creatures. They are skewed based on our personal perspective. When I went to spend a week in the mountains with my sisters, this became evident. The first few days we were in a huff with each other. We felt like our lives and our memories were not being validated. It was as if the three of us lived totally different lives in totally different families. All three of us remembered things differently. How could that be?

Age is one factor, placement in the family another. Add personality traits and temperament to parents at very different stages of their lives and you soon realize – it was very different for all of us.

I was the baby of the family. The general consensus was I was pampered, given more freedom, and therefore loved more. What I felt I wanted them to know was that I felt alone much of my childhood. I was the pain-in-the-butt tag along. “Watch your sister.” “Take her with you.” “You can’t go. Someone needs to stay with your sister.” As soon as they could spread their wings and fly, they did. Who could blame them? Many of my early memories are of me playing by myself. My later memories are of me, alone with my parents.

I left home right out of high school to join the Air Force. I was ill-prepared. The transition was challenging and difficult, but so necessary.

Will I write my memoir someday? I don’t know for sure, but I doubt it. I may publish a book of stories about my life, but that seems easier somehow.

There is a lot left unwritten – places I hope to go, things I hope to accomplish. We welcome a seventh grandchild this year and I know there are many adventures yet to come as he grows up.

Maybe I better hustle a little. Anytime I have a quandry in life, there is usually an episode of The Andy Griffith Show that will set me right. Today I will take a cue from Aunt Bee.

Written for Tranquil Thursday.


Throwback Thursday Vs Tranquil Thursday #1

Source image by Hugo Kerr on Unsplash

January is behind us and I felt I should give you an update on my conversation with Lauren on the status of our Throwback Thursday posts.

As most of you know, Lauren has a lot on her shoulders. She is going through some health issues that require all her focus and energy. I asked her how she felt about continuing. She felt it would be best for her not to have this on her plate right now.

So, together we decided to put it on hold for now. We started this together and together we have decided to give her the time she needs to take care of herself. We will revisit it later in the year.

In the interim, I decided to write a Tranquil Thursday post every Thursday. Each week I will select a topic and welcome you to post a photo, poem, prose, thought, or memory related to the topic. I chose the word tranquil because I think a little peace is always welcome.

You can write a post and link back here, or you can simply leave a comment if inspired to do so. Feel free to use the banner above but please credit the image as I have above. Tag your post #TranquilThursday so it will be easier for others to find.

Read what follows. There are no rules other than to write, draw, photograph or otherwise express yourself as you consider the question below. I will post mine later today and link it back to this post.

(Lyrics from the song “Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield.)

Drench yourself in words unspokenLive your life with arms wide openToday is where your book beginsThe rest is still unwritten

What is written in your book and what remains unwritten?


My Dry January Adventure


Reblogging my daughter’s blog post this morning. She gets real about her experience with “Dry January” and reflecting on the “Mommy Wine Culture” prevalent today and how it was impacting her life.

Two Moms And A Toddler

So many people are doing it. Dry January or “Dranuary”. It’s a time to detox from the booze-filled holiday months that had your liver drowning in a cesspool of wine and liquor. After careful consideration, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and go 31 days without alcohol. I had no idea how much my perspective or my mental and physical health would be completely altered as a result.

First, let’s talk about why I decided to take on this challenge. We are expecting our second child in May. A sweet little boy, and I knew I had been feeling sluggish, tired, stressed out, unanimated, and anxious – definitely no way to welcome a new human into the world. So I decided to make some healthy changes in January. Those changes would be.

1). Go Dry For A Month- absolutely no alcohol or Non Alcoholic substitutes for 31 days (no…

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Why? – One Liner Wednesday

Photo of a gray cat, lying down with eyes half opened
Image by Adrian from Pixabay

When you retire, anything that requires setting an alarm clock and getting dressed while it is still dark outside should be outlawed.

Written for One Liner Wednesday courtesy of Linda Hill.