As seasons pass and slip away
So does life in a similar way.
Changing seasons entombed in time
Mirroring the life of both yours and mine.
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Guest Post by Robbie Cheadle
A good introduction to Mark Bierman and Robbie Cheadle
Welcome back! As Christmas fast approaches and (some of us) are looking for that ‘perfect gift,’ might I suggest a great book? Today I have the pleasure of hosting talented author, Robbie Cheadle! I’m sure her books would make a wonderful stocking stuffer! Today, she will be discussing her children’s book, While The Bombs Fell. If you like what you see here, purchase and social media links can be found at the very bottom of this blog. Thank you, Robbie, for visiting me today, and thank you, dear reader, for your visit, as well. Enjoy!
While the Bombs Fell, a fictionalised biography.
What I intended when I wrote this book for children.
While the Bombs Fell is a fictionalised account of my mother’s life growing up in Bungay, East Anglia in England during World War II.
My mother, Elsie Patricia Eaton nee Hancy was only one year old when Britain…
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A Covenant Of Spies
Kindle releasing on Tuesday 17th December 2019
Paperback available now—With ‘Look Inside’
The Fourth Book in The Lies and Consequences Series
Murder– Mystery — Suspense
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Ani’s Advent 2019! Getting it right… and a poem from Willow
Be Charitable at Christmas
Dear Santa,
I’ve been thinking. I know you always bring me new toys and treats, but …and don’t tell her this… I prob’ly get more than enough treats all year and my toy box is overflowing. I’ve still got loads of brand new balls left from my tennis ball tree. And there’s lots of four-legses and two-legses who have none at all.
I don’t mind if you give them mine.
She told me about one Christmas when she was left alone with my boys who were very little. They wouldn’t have had any presents or any nice food if it hadn’t been for the Salvation Army knocking on her door and delivering a Christmas. She knew they were too young to notice, but she knew and it was breaking her heart. That knock on the door changed everything and my boys smiles on Christmas morning was her Christmas present that…
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Fast Comes Winter
Fast Comes Winter
Autumn’s breath is now tasting cold
Its easterly winds the bones do scold.
A chill comes at night as the dark closes fast
And memories of summer fade into the past.
Calm was those days of long hot spells
With vibrant roses and the late harebells.
Grass that was burnt under burning heat
Now wait for the sun in silent entreat.
When winter comes fast with its snowy breath
And life is as stagnant as is reflected in death
Will the mirrored eyes last seen in skies of blue
Still touch your heart and smile at you?
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.
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The Seed Or A Passage Through Life
By The Wayside
I am the winter’s cold. I am the stars at night.
Earthly stones drag me down and I thirst for light.
I struggle to grow and I’m too weak to fight.
My growth is stunted. I’ll gain no height.
Stones
There’s no depth to my feelings. I’m shallow and vain.
I’ll flourish until there is no more to gain.
My resolve grows weaker I can feel it drain.
As people shun me, no longer viewing my shame.
Thorny Ground
I’m swamped by others who crowd me out.
My voice is too feeble, no one hears me shout.
Life is all around me, but I’m suffering from drought.
I want to be noticed, but I’m racked by doubt!
The Good Soil
I am the sky in summer. I am the moon that shines.
I am all that’s good. I would grace any shrine.
I’m as mighty as a stallion. I’m as strong as a vine.
I’ll ripen with your care and I’ll become your wine.
© 2018 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
Exactly Where You Need to Be
I was captivated by this poem
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happiness nerds, welcome (back)!
Today is World Mental Health Day and for this day I prepared something special (the WHO has, too). Let’s see how you’ll like it, it’s a first on The Happiness Nerd, and I’m a bit nervous (spoiler alert: it’s personal). We’ll get to it in a second, but first I want to write a few more words on mental health. It’s a topic very dear to me, which might seem like a no-brainer, since I’m a trained psychologist. Yet, you wouldn’t believe how blind many psychologists (let alone non-psychologists) are to the topic of mental health. I’m not talking about clinical psychologists, who are the ones dedicating their lives to offering relieve and support through psychotherapy, rehabilitation, and guidance (and even there you’ll surely find some bad apples). It may come as a surprise to some, but…
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Time Is Not A Friend
Time can measure age, but age cannot measure time.
Time is for all. But your time is yours and my time is mine.
Life travels through time towards an inevitable end.
Time is perpetual, but time is not a friend.
© 2019 Daniel Kemp All rights reserved
The only holiday catalog you’ll ever need. PLUS: the WINNER! #humor #Christmas
A delightful and slightly irreverent take on social habits.
My dog Peri wants to announce the winner of her friend Ani’s book! Check the bottom of this post to see if it’s you. [Note from Barb–this blog post was a holiday column from back in the day that was going to be a ThrowbackThursday only I just noticed that it’s actually Friday. This happens with disturbing regularity around here, now that I’ve retired and all my days are Saturdays.]
The codfish lays ten thousand eggs.
The homely hen lays one.
The codfish never cackles
To tell you what she’s done.
And so we scorn the codfish, while the humble hen we prize,
Which only goes to show you, that it pays to advertise. —Anonymous
I’ve been studying the great humorists of our times—Tina Fey, Dave Barry, The Republican Party, Big Bird—and asking myself, “What do they have that I don’t?”
“Other than millions of fans, agents, tons of money…
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