Category: Family

  •       What I have been trying not to say out loud, is that there are blessings or gifts hidden in tragedies, and these gifts may not be obvious for some time to come, but they are there.   If we can make a commitment not to let the anger and helplessness allow us…

  •     I can see you!             Puma in the ferns, and his gorgeous eyes looking back at me. ©2021 Laine Quinn

  •   It's Sunday,  take the day off! With all of the bad news and incompetence of our government, and missing being close to our loved ones – our hearts get heavy. But that's because of the love in our hearts. Love and compassion and empathy and sorrow. So, take a break. Forget the bad news…

  •   Often I catch myself sitting with my hands folded, like a good school girl at her desk.     As a child I always loved this painting of "Praying Hands" by Albrecht Durer     Hands – one hand washing the other – like old friends.   Like how we help each other now…

  •       That's not Mom.                                                (Why are they staring at me?)          Are you sure?               It's not Mom.                                     (Hey, guys, I didn't do it, whatever it is,         No, too tall, I guess.                                   …

  •     I'd almost forgotten that daffodils were my Mom's favorite flower. She'd be 100 this year, if she had survived her difficult challenges – impending divorce, depression, alcoholism. Back in the 70's it was all behind closed doors.   I'll never know her as a wise old woman, but as a woman, who loved…

  •   Respect   That's the word that seems to be missing from the conversation about harassment and abuse.   Respect.   That powerful men abuse their power is nothing new.     That we objectify beauty is as old as time and isn't going away!   But throw in respect and that beauty is recognized as…

  •   There is a boy named Aden and a creature named Godzilla, (who is sometimes a good guy and sometimes a bad guy) and me.   Aden loves Godzilla and he loves to draw.   So one day when I had on one of my striped shirts, Aden drew this for me.     It's…

  •   I didn't do it!           "HONEY", the new kid on the block looking guilty for no apparent reason!    

  •     How many years did this tree stand taller and taller before a mighty wind took her down? My 4 year old friend is dwarfed in the cave of her roots, with his bag of treasures -berries, leaves and feathers.         Aden and Oak, Guana Tolomato Matanzas Estuarine Research Reserve trail.…