by JaimeB Haney | all about me, fate, Grandma, life, my ghost story, panic, paranormal, Reflecting, remember, spirits, supernatural
After reading and commenting on a writer friend’s blog today, The Story River, I wondered if I had ever talked in detail about the night my guardian angel saved my life on my own blog. I remember writing about it a little, so I went back and discovered I never...
by JaimeB Haney | family, father's Day, feeling melancholy, Reflecting, remember, sketch
Happy Father’s Day My whole life it seems I’ve been running behind. I’m never prepared so I spend a lot of time wishing I had done this or that. It’s a major character flaw that I’m quite aware of yet never seem to be able to change my...
by JaimeB Haney | aging, An artist's views, Art Gifts, being an artist, deep thoughts, life, products with my art on it, realizations, Reflecting, remember, work in progress, Works in progress
I can hardly believe 2020 is here, can you?! Talk about futuristic sounding, but here we are… the same as last year. No flying cars yet. I still can’t teleport myself to Hawaii whenever I want. Last night, as I sat under my hair dryer I was listening to...
by JaimeB Haney | A day in the life, deep thoughts, feeling melancholy, holidays, missing mom, realizations, Reflecting, remember
Another Thanksgiving has rolled around and passed by. It brought with it thoughts of family get-togethers of times gone by. More and more, I think of how life used to be with a bit of melancholy. Maybe that’s how it goes as you get older. Family members that...
by JaimeB Haney | 2017, memories, remember
Happy May Day to you! I saw on a friend’s blog, Eli from CoachDaddy, where he has been challenged to post a photo for five days and tell a story about the photo. It doesn’t have to be true, just something the writer wants to talk about. So I thought I...
by JaimeB Haney | 2015, holidays, rambling, remember, Thanksgiving
Today was Thanksgiving. I got up leisurely to nothing but Zoey (my sweet dog) wagging her tail and it swishing into a table with papers on it. She’s tall enough to lick my hand when she knows I’m awake. Her tail wagging and JuJu (my black cat) at my feet...
