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AGING WITH A PLAN- 50-60 . . .
“When grace is joined with wrinkles, it is adorable. There is an unspeakable dawn in happy old age.” Victor Hugo The time between 50 and 60 is now considered middle aged. It’s the time you start receiving solicitations from AARP. … Continue reading
AGING WITH A PLAN . . .
Aging is a process we all go through. It begins on the day we are born. It’s a necessary step for getting from step one to step two. By the time you’ve reached the final step, you might find yourself … Continue reading
BLIZZARD
ART AND POETRY BY PAUL AND KATHY BOECHER© A blast of frigid air returns, the sky explodes with snow, We don our hats and mittens. Our steps are very slow, We barely see, our noses freeze, our cheeks soon turn bright … Continue reading
ETERNAL WINTER . . .
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© Just when you think the weather is going to turn to spring, things change. Last year at this time, the sweet-smelling lily of the valley and lilacs were beginning to show their … Continue reading
FEARFUL OR FEARLESS FRIDAY . . .
The week is coming to an end. For those of you in the working world this is a time of celebration. You look forward to a couple days of rest. Even when we’re retired, we enjoy the weekends. This year … Continue reading
EVEN TO YOUR OLD AGE . . .
Today is Thursday and it’s time for a throwback. I wrote this on this day in 2013. A lot has happened in the last thirteen years. I’ve grown older. I’ve experienced grief, sadness, loss, but also the times were filled … Continue reading
SKYLIGHT . . .
ART & POETRY BY KATHY BOECHER Today I’m sharing one of my watercolor paintings. I don’t have anywhere near the large body of work that Paul left behind. He did encourage me to paint however and I took some classes … Continue reading
WINSOME WEDNESDAY . . .
The word “winsome” is not much in use these days. It means charming or delightful. Maybe there’s an explanation for words going obsolete or unused. For me, words are a necessity. They can enhance an article, a piece of poetry … Continue reading
I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TIME IT WAS . . .
It’s Tuesday . . . right? I think I went to church two days ago. I know the breakfast club is meeting this morning and I have a telephone appointment today so I can’t go. Yesterday we had to put … Continue reading
IT’S MONDAY – AGAIN . . .
Mondays are kind of like Ground Hog Day reruns. You wake up and it’s the same as it was last week. I guess you could say that for Tuesday, Wednesday and the rest of the days, but Monday is a … Continue reading
SUNDAY POSITIVE THOUGHTS. . .
ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER© The Como Conservatory in St. Paul, MN is a location that Paul enjoyed painting plein air. The building itself is beautiful inside and out. Flowers and plants fill the area and transform … Continue reading
FRIDAY FUNNY STUFF . . .
This has been quite a week for trying to stay positive. National and world news have most of us scratching our heads and wondering why. I’ve tried to overcome the headlines by posting some of Paul’s art. I’ve just about … Continue reading
OLDEST PROFESSION FOR WOMEN . . .
My name is Ahava, which means “love.” The work I do is devoid of love, but it brings in the necessary means to provide for myself and my family. I am a prostitute. I began this journey at the age … Continue reading
THINK SPRING . . .
ART & INSPIRATION BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER If we were to be distracted by every bit of news that comes our way; if our minds drift to thoughts of depression and anxiety; if our hope runs out; where do … Continue reading
A HOMESPUN, SEAMLESS ROBE FOR A KING . . .
My name is Hannah. My family has survived because our men are shepherds and the women spin the wool from the sheep. We then weave it into cloth, thus providing clothing for sale in the marketplace. It’s not an easy … Continue reading
MY GOD & KING
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER You are my only King, sweet Jesus, meek and small. You came in deep humility to help me to stand tall. You lift me up, dear, Lord – you lead me … Continue reading
A BUMPER CROP . . .
ILAN, THE GARDENER When we approach the final days of life, our mind tends to wonder what it was all for. We aren’t the same as we once were. We experience physical pain and have endured emotional loss along the … Continue reading
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