Tag: family

Fried Squirrel in Disguise

My sister and I sat down to supper looking at our plates we asked what is this mom? Fried squirrel, now eat, do you need some sweet butter? Advertisements

#Tanka: History Of Me

Unbound memories Surrounded by confusion

Saying Adios, Dad

He floated freely through life, with the wind as his companion. Always free, never encumbered.” – Linda Lee Lyberg Yesterday, I said good-bye to my father for the last time. And although he was never in my life much, there is a new emptiness…

Unanswered

Unanswered -Linda Lee Lyberg Shrouded in lies and mystery How did you and my mother meet? What is my true family history? Did you sweep her off her feet?

Goodbye Dad

Of course you’re an artist. You come from a family of artists. I’m an artist, your grandmother was an artist, and so was your grandfather.” – My Father Anthony Joseph Pollizzio 9/3/1926- 9/18/2017 Dear Friends and Followers- I received a call this morning that…

Grandpa

All I have is a torn, grainy photograph of a man I hardly knew. He was a contortionist in Vaudeville and the photo shows him folded in two like a piece of paper. Folks who knew him told me he could put his head…

Common Life

Common Life -Linda Lee Lyberg To love This common life Traditional routines Joy in the simplest of pleasures Watching the sun rise over the horizon Walking the dog in the still dawn Praying to God above This is the path To love. Copyright©2017 Linda…

#Tanka: Pets & Family

Pets are family Love unconditionally God’s love here on earth His way to reveal to all Spreading his love and message Love each other forever.   Copyright © 2017 Linda Lee Lyberg Weekly Tanka Challenge  

If Books Could Tell Their Story

Being a writer and a lover of words, it’s no surprise I am a collector of books. Old books, new books, spiritual books, cookbooks, fiction, non fiction,reference,picture books. In essence, I love them all.

The Last Joke’s On Me

I suppose even the most perfect of fathers have their faults. When I was a child, I couldn’t get enough of the TV show “Leave It To Beaver”. Not having a father, I hoped there were profound words of wisdom I could glean from Ward…

Mother

Mother -Linda Lee Lyberg My mother’s hospitality Is the only true reality That’s never, ever faltered Through these many years.

Final Answer: NOT Italian

You go through two-thirds of your life thinking you are Italian and with one little vial of spit, all you thought you were changes. And while I am astounded by the advances we have made in science and genetics, I now have a new…

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