Liz Flaherty's Blog, page 3

Remember Rosebud by Debby Myers

I remember jumping up and down as Daddy tried to put my coat on over my Little Lulu pajamas. I grabbed my Mrs. Beasley doll and ran to...

A Season of Grief

There are times when it's better to say nothing at all. This is one of them. Have a good and healing week. Be nice to somebody. " And he...

Injuries, Insults, and Who's Better?

On my morning scroll through Facebook, I enjoyed the few messages and memes and funny graphics still allowed. I clicked on some news...

Seasonal Shift by Darlene Fredette

Danielle from Winter’s Kiss doesn’t like winter, and for years, I’ve sided with her. Winter has never been my season. The cold bites, the...

Again

I was going to take this week off, because I didn't have it in me. Every school shooting, every senseless death of a child or staff member diminishes something in me as a mom and a nana, in who we are as a country. Although I believe in the power of prayer and the importance of hope, it gets harder every time. Every Single Time.

A Tale of Two Writers by Carissa Harper

Most stories start with "what if…" Ours had a different conception. Mother and daughter watching a rom-com. Daughter: We could have...

Rocking Chairs on the Porch

I like Cracker Barrel. It's our go-to restaurant when we are on the road. Its service is almost always good, its associates friendly, its...

And That's the Way It Is

I wrote this in 2009. Yes, really. Sixteen years ago. I've used it since, I'm sure, but not recently that I recall. Some things, and how...

Not My Circus

The first essay I ever had published was for the Peru Tribune. I think I was paid $5.00 for it. It was about abortion--from the point of...

At 75

I didn't know what seventy-five would look like, or how it would feel, or how it would sound. I didn't know what kind of food would taste...