Ultimate Blog Challenge Report The First 15 Days It’s been 15 days since I started the Ultimate Blog Challenge for January where you write a blog post each day.   If you haven’t heard of this super challenge, here is a link to my post I wrote on the first day of the challenge: http://themarthareview.com/ultimate-blog-challenge/   There are links to the Challenge in my post for you to sign up and join the fun of blogging each day, meeting other bloggers and reading their fantastic writings. I have only been blogging since December

When God Called Mom Home We are a gift from up above, God sent us down with all his love. There comes a time that he will say, I need you home with me today. All the memories of the past, Forever in our hearts will last. We cherish all the memories That you have left behind. For in our hearts we hold you, Sweet, loving and so kind. This is a poem I wrote when my mom passed away 10 days before her 80th birthday on January 15, 2000.  I

Memories of Mom’s Alzheimer’s                                                                                 January 25, 1921 – January 15, 2000 Alzheimer’s is such a cruel illness to both the patient and their families.  Some who have this illness lose their memory and forgot who their loved ones are. Others leave their home and get lost while wandering, some are violent

Art in the Streets Photo Challenge January 13 – 19 The world is full of beautiful things, many of which we walk past everyday with barely a glance. Public works of art are often used to brighten our towns and cities. They can be used to commemorate the achievements of citizens, mark special occasions or just be pleasing to the eye. Use this photo challenge to share photos of art works  each week in the areas you visit. The definition of art is broad! It could be anything from fountains,

I CLOSE MY EYES I close my eyes and what do I see? I see a bird up in the tree. I close my eyes and what do I hear? A soothing  brook  with water so clear. I close my eyes and what do I smell? A beautiful rose as I can tell. I close my eyes and what do I taste? A fresh apple that won’t go to waste. I close my eyes and what do I feel? I feel your love that is oh so real. I close my

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