“Oh Happy Day!”

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Bonnie & I never had any intent to pillage,

 Today we obeyed all laws at Dearborn’s Greenfield Village.

We spotted an old Oscar Meijer wiener automobile,

Breaking out in its song spontaneously was our deal!

Kitchens of old we viewed, stoves of the past,

 As well as ancient planes not so modern-day fast.

Also we rode in an old fashioned car, & went then

To the tavern lit by candles to reflect times way back when.

Bonnie pushed me in my wheelchair & boy, it was not easy to get

Into the general store to spectate a throw-back frontier skit. Bonnie June 19, '17

The carousel we rode as it spun, & then we

Caught a film to sit & watch in glasses, 3-D. Bonnie carousel

What prevented our next riding of the antiquated train,

 Was inclement weather, specifically rain.

But all was well, the day was grand,

Sealed with hot coffee in each happy hand!Bonnie T.Bonnie June 19


The End

By Amy on 6.19.17




Single Threat? No?

I May Need a Backup if this Singing Thing Doesn’t Pan Out  . . . 😏

 ••••• Am I correct

in believing I

at least

get credit for

exiting my realm of comfort

& trying???

“Ain’t Dat the Truth?”

Harrison, 3, on 6-7-17

“Aunt Amy!” my 3-year-old nephew called to get my attention. That was a hard thing to do because all 4 of my nieces & nephews over that day were playing different things outside – like tee ball, spraying the hose, dribbling a basketball – at the same time. My attention was divided.

The boy continued as I turned & listened. “When we were at the hacienda . . .” & went on to tell me something, I’m not quite sure what, about his recent trip to Puerto Rico. Try as I might, I sometimes have to just pretend I understand what the chattering youngster is saying.

My oldest niece & nephew, 6 & 8, set their creative minds in motion. Putting an orange measuring cup on the tip of the hose then pressing the lever so the water shot the cup through the air, was one exciting activity that was fun for me to watch them enjoy.

At one point I sat on my driveway in a folding chair, cheering on my 1-year-old niece trying to hit a plastic baseball from a baseball tee standing on the grass. It’s important to speak uplifting words to little ones so they grow up with self-confidence. So I did. Her brother of 3 had yet to learn that lesson, however, as he was also at the tender age where praise was imperative to help his attitude towards himself remain positive. Thus . . .

“Good job!” I exclaimed to my youngest niece, intentionally dismissing the fact that her teeny whack failed to hit the ball even a single inch across the yard. Instead the tiny swing from the tiny girl merely knocked the ball off its stand so it dropped to the grass below.

Thank goodness she was too young to understand the words her big brother, also watching, blurted! The 2-years-older boy stuck with the best policy. And “honestly,” we all know what that is.

“Dat’s awful!”

The End

By Aunt Amy on June 7, ’17





Bear with me – (based on what I learned from my nearly-decade-long cancer journey) I’m trying to offer Valuable Insight For Parents Raising Children Facing Long-term Illness

1. Give your child, if they’re probably around the minimum age of 10 – I was 13 when I began fighting years of illness so I’m just giving my best guess for ages here – Room to Breathe! Endless hovering makes your child feel even sicker & draws unwanted attention (I hated that).

2. Don’t try to force your child to attend groups & camps with other kids dealing with the same sickness! This will Not in any way, shape or form make them feel better. I wanted nothing at all whatsoever to do with stuff like that because 1, I was nowhere near comfortable discussing my own personal disease at my young age & 2, Going to camps with other sick kids would mean embracing the illness, which was the VERY last thing I wanted to do. I remember thinking, “What do you do? Just talk about how sick you are?” I didn’t want to dive deeper into the world of my sickness when I was a child fighting leukemia; far from it! I wanted to be as normal as I could.

3. Give your kid a notebook & pen in case they feel, like I did at the time, like writing out the things they are going through & what they are feeling. I know I always felt a lot better after writing down my thoughts & feelings, which I mostly wrote as rhyming poems. Writing is a remarkably effective release, that I later read in a psychology book in college even has a term, which is “writing therapy.” It truly is indescribably therapeutic.

“Elizabeth Squared”

To these words I’ll – shhh! – confide:
Today was Joy personified.

First to her place ’twas where we went,
For me to view, a time well spent.

Then off we go, & what a gift
To buy stuff in a cute store, thrift!

A special day on our Friendship Route,
Hours enjoyed all throughout.

Life’s so good on days like these,
Send me more like this, God, please.

The End
By Amy just a couple minutes ago about today, 6-2-17

Ding! Ding! Ding! Single Silly Dosage of Self-Deprecating Humor

 I was at home on the laptop Saturday evening & commenting how repulsed I become hearing a person hack up crap from their throat when they’re sick.

“C’mon, like we haven’t listened to you a thousand times when you’re sick,”  immediately countered my Mom.

What a line! And to her only daughter for Pete’s sake! (All right, there’s actually 3 of us, but still . . . )

“Oh, puh-lease!” I shot back to her obviously absurd comment to me. “That’s an understatement because you’ve heard me being sick

at least a thousand times! . . .

 I put the “ick” in sick!”  



A Superb Phlebotomist Who’s Excellent with Patients!

Halfway through my leukemia battle I met this precious gem, who I’m blessed to call my unbelievably special, very bright, & remarkable “little sister”! She’s been a spectacular support & friend through it all. I love you SO MUCH Leah! (Side note: In answer to a question Leah continuously asked me as a toddler whenever my gut became ill: “No, I’m not gonna fro up.” 😉)