Her Father's Homestead

Tag: optimism

  • Get off the Bench!

    So where I come from, a major NFL city, there’s big news today.  Our former hero has become big news AGAIN – signing on to a rival team after a long drawn-out story.  How do I care?  I get frustrated that we’re such a nation of observers.  I get frustrated that we idolize a sport…

  • Don’t Tell Me …

    So I’m thinking about limits today.  I have a time limit in which to finish this first semester, looming large at the end of this week.  Twitter limits the number of characters you can post; there are speed limits with some fairly large consequences – found that out recently, too.  Sometimes we limit ourselves through…

  • Second Chances Part Two

    Where does the time go? So many things happening every day.  An incredible second chance for beloved family members – a second chance at creating the best possible family together in a place that they love.  For me, confirmation again of victory over illness, a second chance for sure.  And back to school, not the…

  • Second Chances Part I

    This will be quick, just to throw the thought out there – how many second chances does a person get?  I’ve sure been blessed with my share.  It’s kind of like a cosmic Do-Over though I choose to believe that they come from a very specific place, Person, if you will.  I believe in the…

  • LAND OF THE FREE ….

    Coming up on the Fourth of July.  While it’s not a holiday I’m sentimental about like Easter and Christmas, I’ve been thinking about freedom and bravery. Are you free? Are you brave?  The song says we live in the land of the free and the home of the brave.  I know brave women who’ve fought…

  • Short’n’Sweet

    Another week has flown by.  The weekend with old friends is already a week in the past and  the first week of a new adventure is now history!  As my Meghan would say, “Holy cats!!” The four days up north were wonderful.  Good friends, lots of laughs, fun in the sun and GREAT food.  We…

  • … But Keep the Old …

    According to one Web site I found, the title words, which I’m sure many of you know, are supposed to be part of a traditional Girl Scout song.  Other sites described it as a children’s song and I sang it as a child in music class as a round. The theme being on my mind…

  • … and a Time to Dance Part Two

    We talked yesterday about another of the Homestead’s children passing away, my Aunt Henrietta.  The day she died was one of those days you remember things about.  Later in the day I hopped on the lawn mower and rode around and around with memories tumbling through my mind.  Here I am on a lawn tractor…

  • A Time to Mourn … Part One

    Note:  I began drafting this post a few days after the passing of another of the Homestead’s children, my aunt/godmother.   I’d like to expand on it now and honor her memory. A time to mourn and a time to dance;  that’s the complete phrase.  Not an original title by any means, but so appropriate.  Another…

  • About Those Cows …

    Toward the end of the last post I asked if your fences were secure.  Now I’m asking, can they ever be secure, really? My belief system says yes, they can, but not because of what I might do.  And not necessarily in the way I might think. The farmer who came to corral the cows…