Still Learning Something New
I’m Betty Jo. I have only begun blogging. I am currently recovering from a bad case of computer it is coupled with severe web aphobia. However, I love to write and try new things. So, here I am, finally using that college education (journalism major) that my parents invested so much money in and publishing articles daily.
I mainly blog about my thoughts and experiences as a homeschooling mom of 15 years. I am a follower of Jesus Christ, so He is included in my blog posts, too.
I call my blog “Still Learning Something New” because I truly am, every day.
Here are the links to the posts I would like to share:
I welcome all feedback though I won’t publish anything that I feel my readers might find offensive.
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6 Word Story Challenge
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Quotes By Coco J. Ginger
“Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…”
Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart…eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.
To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all”.
I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.”
― Coco J. Ginger
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“It has always been on the written page that the world has come into focus for me. If I can piece all these bits of memory together with the diaries and letters and the scribbled thoughts that clutter my mind and bookshelves, then maybe I can explain what happened. Maybe the worlds I have inhabited for the past seven years will assume order and logic and wholeness on paper. Maybe I can tell my story in a way that is useful to someone else.”
― Nancy Horan,