Betty J. Slade

 

  • Carrying the spirit of a child

    Is it possible to flourish in old age? I believe it is. I'm finding that the surprise of each new day alone is enough to help me thrive. It doesn't take much more than to look upon the excited face of a child as they open a gift to know such wonderment. I would be remiss not to mention my obvious limitations. I certainly don't jump as high as I used to, or even move as fast. That said, my heart is full of thanks for each day that brings about new revelations, those things that take me further th…

  • The bond between a father and a son

    These weekly articles come to me in different ways. Sometimes, my Sweet Al pushes my buttons. I'll write about it in a humorous way rather than killing him. Another time, I'll toy with an idea for several weeks, not sure where it will take me. A word, concept or artistic rendering will inspire. The idea won't leave me until I write about it. My Sweet Al tells me that nobody likes those deep articles I write. They like the humorous ones. I tell him, "I can't write about you every week." I've been…

  • The flame grows stronger through the years

    I recent article I wrote was like clanging cymbals - no pint, no spirit and no love. I moved the pot to the back burner to simmer and waited for more inspiration. Inspiration did come, but through a day of trials. I saw how one man's love hasn't grown cold, but is still as strong as the day he fell in love - a husband, father and our family's protector - as passionate as the day he said, "I do." but life has a way of changing us, shaking us up, and turning upside down what used to be. A schedule…

  • I think you shot the clown

    Writing can be a fickle medium. In just a matter of words, you can change the dynamics of a written piece turning the funny into something serious. Evidently, I had done that in my own writing and not even realized it. A friend said, "You've lost your Erma Bombeck appeal." First off, I'm hardly the caliber of a Bombeck, although I took the comment as a compliment. My friend continued, "Where did your humor go? I think you shot the clown." "The clown?" Has that been the mask I've worn so comforta…


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