SPECIAL INVITATION FROM SHEILA MORRIS
The following stories are my version of a few of life’s Four Ticket Rides as seen through the eyes of a woman past 70 who bought and paid for enough tickets to ride all the rides in life…and some of them more than once. Enjoy these rides with me. Buckle up, sit back, and hold on.
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No, not THAT James Brown – this is my friend of many moons, Jim Brown. I first met Jim in the early 1990s when I was selling life insurance, and he was selling health insurance. He cold called on me in … Continue reading
…and all through the yard only Spike and I were stirring, Pretty and Charly were inside and warm. Pretty and I like to keep the pool open in the winter, but it has a much different look from summer fun Spike keeps me … Continue reading
“The oak trees were alive with color in the midst of the evergreens. Bright red and yellow leaves catching the sunlight as Daddy and I walked through the brush. The smell of the pines was fresh and all around us. … Continue reading
…a day in January, 2013 when I went with him, his mother Becky, his younger brothers Dwight and George on a personal field trip to the grounds surrounding the Montgomery County public library plus the Fernland Historical site near the library. Oscar, … Continue reading
Veteran’s Day is our day set aside to honor the men and women who serve and have served in defense of our democracy at home and abroad. This past year I did an entire series on my family’s experiences during … Continue reading
was she making calls to Get Out the Vote? Actually, not really – this girl (me) was probably calling her office from a pay phone outside the tennis courts at the Family Circle Tennis Tournament in Hilton Head, South Carolina … Continue reading
Pretty and I were unable to participate in tonight’s 2018 Pride Parade here in Columbia, South Carolina but we were there in spirit… PRIDE – 2015 On the bottom row of this collage the handsome young man speaking with a microphone at … Continue reading
The year was 1968. I was 22 years old, working for a CPA firm and living by myself in Seattle, Washington 3,000 miles from my home near Houston, Texas. I got a job by calling every CPA firm in the Seattle area from my … Continue reading
I was 22 years old, leaving home – really leaving home on a 3,000 mile trip from Houston, Texas to Seattle, Washington with a friend from college who was as eager for adventure and a change of scenery as I was. The year … Continue reading
our toad sits alone every night atop the frog log during the day mr. or mrs. toad vanishes What up, Toad? Stay tuned.