Jill Sheet's Blog

Take Time to Read Written by: Jill Sheets As far as I can remember I loved to read.  I would read in between classes, on my way home and yes, I was one of" them" who would walk and read. Didn't you just dislike people like that? I would pretty much-read anything that I could get my hands on except for the dictionary.  That is something I could never bring myself to do. I even disliked it when people would tell me to look up the word I needed to spell.  Hello, if I knew how to spell it, I would not be asking.  And me finding the word in that book is useless.  Waste of time.  The only thing I felt it was good for is finding out the meaning of something. If I had to pick four books that were my favorite growing up they were:  The Girl with the Silver Eyes written by:   Willo Davis Roberts The Doll written by: Rex Sparger Anything to Win written by: Rosemary Joyce    Comes the Blind Fury by John Saul...

God’s Promise Written by:   Jill Sheets One night, after church choir, I decided to take a walk to calm down. I was upset with the conversation that happened in the car as we drove home. This has happened many times before. Typically I usually end up not talking to anyone, even though I know that my family dislikes it when I don't speak.   I feel that if I do not say anything, then I will not say something that I will regret later. Even when I was younger, I would go for a walk down the street when upset.   Sometimes I would push my luck and take a step farther each time.   I know my mom hated it, but I do not remember her saying anything about me taking off and walking until I was older. I got out of the car slamming the door and proceeded to stomp down the sidewalk. I tried to process why I was agitated and if there was really a reason for it. Maybe I was overreacting, which would not be the first time and also might mean that I could be wrong. ...

Karadjordjevic Dynasty Written by:   Jill Sheets   I have always been interested in Yugoslavia, reading books on the country and admired the breathtaking pictures.   I even wrote a report on it when I was in the 6th grade. I am not sure that my teacher was expecting me to write about it, but I did, and got an “A.” In elementary school, I had made a list of all the places that I wanted to visit. Yugoslavia was at the top, followed by London, Scotland, Ireland, Italy, France, California, Spain and the list continues to grow. Even today, I would love to visit every place on my list. I have been a fan of Christina Oxenberg since 1997. She is a wonderful writer and she can make me laugh. So when I heard about a new book that is coming out, I hinted heavily to my husband. Learning that she was going to write a book on her ancestors, I was so excited. Even though I know a book can take time to write, but I still could not wait to read it. Finally, the boo...

Is peace possible without forgiveness? by Wendy Brown-Baez / wbrownbaez@yahoo.com “Clambering down from the ramparts, we find ourselves behind three young soldiers. They hug the walls, sliding warily past the sealed doors of striking shops. One of them has a large bandage around his head where a rock has fallen from a roof-top, probably thrown by a child. They keep to the protection of small awnings, balconies that jut into the twisting shadowed streets. Walking behind them, we feel the urge to run, to escape, we are silent and our nerves are on fire.…These young soldiers doing their duty, on guard for their very lives, are the same young men who will later sit in a pub, drink a beer, tell jokes, laugh, flirt with a girl walking by, make plans for the future: a wife, a family, a home, some decent job, to breath freely, to pray or not to pray, just as they choose, to be men. Or die in a war they did not ask for, they do not want. Or kill some teen-ager or child in a spray of r...

Taking Away the Scars Written by: Jill Sheets Father As you take the scars Away from my past I can slowly start to breath Able to make a complete thought. Opening my eyes To every thing you blessed me with. Learning not take things for granted. Blessed with a family that loves me. Guiding me to the perfect husband. Well perfect for me. Painful past memories slowly Fading From my head. Hoping they will never Reenter my mind. You are always there. No matter what time And what I need to talk about. You will be there Without judging me. You are there Through the good  and the bad. Thank you. © JMS April 25, 2018 Picture credit:   https://www.flickr.com/photos/ waitingfortheword/5547026074