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Poverty, Passion, and Plants
When my husband and I were dating, we found that we both had a love for the forest, mountains, and all things natural. After realizing we would be spending most of our free time in nature, we made the decision to make the most of our love for the outdoors, and try our hand at ginseng farming. After six years of sewing seed, the time has come to reap the harvest.
By Marianne Cotter5 years ago in Families
ABOUT 4 MONTHS
You probably saw the pictures. I decorated for the fall this year. Sorry. LAST year. Where does the time go. Not the Halloween portion of the fall but the ‘leaves falling in the fall’ fall decorating. Remember when the only Halloween decorations there were, were on the 10 and under set? What happened? To be fair, who ever heard of decorating for the fall 20 years ago. Sure there was the occasional pumpkin on a porch but only because my dad was too lazy to throw it in the trash. I dunno. I think It’s my favorite time to decorate now.
By Mark Manche5 years ago in Families
The Agreement
On our wedding night, my husband made me a promise. As long as we are husband and wife, I would never have to work a day outside our home, and I happily agreed. I mean, what new wife wouldn't? How many women can say they get to stay home, take care of their husbands, and raise their family?
By Melidee Matthews5 years ago in Families
HEALTHY, WEALTHY, AND WISE
Frank and his wife, Miranda are in their late 60’s, living on their meager retirement pensions and government subsidies. Frank goes out for his daily walk after having a major heart attack in his 50’s without missing a day. While he takes his walk around their large energetic town, Frank likes to collect aluminum cans. The town’s people have become so accustom to Frank’s can collecting that many just set the bags of cans on the curb for his walk. When Frank returns home from his walks, he puts the aluminum cans in his classic Oldsmobile Coupe, changes out of his walking sneakers for his relaxed loafers, drives over to the next town to recycle the aluminum cans and collect the money for each can recycled. Miranda and the rest of the town’s people do not really pay attention to the money that he collects for their aluminum cans but feel rather relieved that they, themselves do not have to make the unnecessary and out of the way trip to the recycling center. To most people, the cans are just trash so they discard them but for Frank, it keeps him walking and he has a little extra pocket money. Once he has turned in his days collection of cans, Frank takes out his trusty little black book, writes the date in one column, number of cans that he turned in for recycling in another column and in the last column he writes the amount of money that he received. Only Frank knows about this little black book, that he keeps in his glovebox of his classic car.
By Jocelyn Wheeler5 years ago in Families
Do You Feel Loved?
I placed myself in a precarious position. What I still consider to be an act of brilliance could, on any evening, turn on me with a vengeance. If my idea were to backfire on me, it would mean a sleepless night and a great deal of soul searching. While my plan could be potentially hurtful, I urge any men reading this to be brave and test drive it. If you are honest and care for your significant other this could bring you closer than you have ever imagined.
By Dale Austin 5 years ago in Families
The Choice
She was waiting for the spinach and cheese-paneer to finish cooking. She had already made the chapatis, breads for dinner, so that all Bobby had to do was pick up the girls from school. Sunita had a soccer game today, but Iris could not go, her shift would be starting soon at the nursing home. “Mom”, she heard her daughter's plaintive voice, “did you hear me?”, “Yes, Sunny, I heard you.” Sunita's nickname at home fit her cheerful personality, most of the time. She was tall for an Indian girl of twelve. Lanky with big brown eyes, a child heading fast into womanhood.
By A. Ellis Joseph 5 years ago in Families
BIRDS ON A WIRE
The lake looked different from the summer and fall months, as William walked around it. There had been snow and the landscape had magically turned into a winter wonderland. He had not been to Memorial Park in quite a while. It had always been a special place for William to get back to nature. He liked watching. He watched the people, the dogs being walked, the homeless huddled under blankets, trying to stay warm and all the creatures. He saw squirrels, geese, ducks, crows, pigeons, and other birds. On this day he was intrigued by the birds on the wire. He found a bench and sat down, observing the birds. The birds he thought, are they cold? Do they lose their balance? What do they think of us humans down here, on the ground? It was nice to just sit and see the beautiful landscape, with Pike’s Peak, America’s Mountain as the canvas behind the lake. How simple it all was, nature and the land. He envied the creatures. They too, could just watch. It was time for him to leave this beautiful spot and go about his day.
By Tricia Thomas5 years ago in Families
