Where’s Your Happy Place? by Abbie Johnson Taylor

  Believe it or not, even though I live in Sheridan, Wyoming, my happy place is a beach in Jupiter, Florida, where my brother and I often go when I visit him. I sometimes swim but am mostly content to walk alongside the ocean and feel cool waves wash over my feet, cleansing them of

Our Buddy by Abbie Johnson Taylor

    The first vehicle I remember from my childhood was a white Mercedes Benz with four doors and a trunk. The interior seats were of a gray and white decorative pattern. Before my younger brother was born, my parents and I took many trips from our home in Tucson, Arizona. We called the car

Running Through the Sprinkler, a Poem by Abbie Johnson Taylor

  The following poem was recently published in The Weekly Avocet. This is a haibun, a poetry form that combines a paragraph of prose with a stanza of haiku. You can click the link below to hear me read it. *** Running through the sprinkler.mp3 *** RUNNING THROUGH THE SPRINKLER I stand on the sidewalk,

My Downtown Memories by Abbie Johnson Taylor

Thanks to Mike Staton’s post  here for inspiring this. When I was growing up in the 1960’s, my family was living in Tucson, Arizona, and a trip downtown was exciting because we had to drive through a large tunnel in order to get there. Dad or Mother kept honking the horn, as we drove through,

Let’s Talk by Abbie Johnson Taylor

Here are twenty-five fun questions I picked up from blogger Amaan Khan. I triple dog dare you to answer these, either on your own blog or in the comments field. My answers are below. *** Q1: Do you have any pets? A: No, although I like cats and dogs, after being my late husband Bill’s

Season’s Greetings 2017

This post is by me, Abbie Johnson Taylor   I hope this finds you well, having had a great year. Mine has been pretty quiet.   In January of 2017, I spent a week in Florida with my brother and his family. It was a little chilly, so we didn’t spend a lot of time

A Thanksgiving Song

I’m Abbie Johnson Taylor, and I wrote this post.   Here’s a little ditty I wrote and posted in 2015 that I’m re-blogging. Years ago when my grandmother was alive, I enjoyed walking to her house, even as an adult. Now, our town boasts a series of connected cement walkways that would have provided a

Weel, Wha’d a ken’tit?

This post is by Nancy Jardine. Weel, Wha’d a ken’tit? – Well, who would have known that? I’m always touting my Scottish heritage and today is yet another of those days! Hallowe’en is over. Done and dusted, costumes stored away for another time…and anyway, I’ve done Scottish Halloween blog posts before, so here are a

How I Coped with Summer

I’m Abbie Johnson Taylor, and I wrote this post.     Now that fall has come, I reflect back to “those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer,” and as the song says, I wish we could just stay in that season. Like most, this past summer went by way too fast. It wasn’t as long

Reading Life

This post is by Abbie Johnson Taylor.   Thanks to StephJ for inspiring this. Since I love to read as much as I love to write, here are my answers to some questions about how I read. *** Do you have a specific place for reading? Because of my visual impairment, I prefer listening to