Indie Shine – Abbie Johnson Taylor

Thanks to Lisa for shining her spotlight on me today.

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In this edition of Indie Shine, a place for rebirthoflisa to ‘Shine’ the spotlight on indie artists, we welcome author Abbie Johnson Taylor.

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Abbie Johnson Taylor is the author of a romance novel, two poetry collections, and a memoir. Her fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction appear in The Avocet, Magnets and Ladders, SageScript, and other publications. She has a visual impairment and lives in Sheridan, Wyoming, where for six years, she cared for her late husband, totally blind and partially paralyzed by two strokes.

Q & A

What do you do and Why do you do it? 
I write because, I, like everyone else, have an imagination, and I enjoy putting my thoughts on paper.
Tell us about your most recent work. 
‘My Ideal Partner’ describes how I met, married, and cared for my late husband at home for six years after he suffered…

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This Is Not My America

I don’t get political here very often, but Patty made a point that I feel needs to be shared, and just so you know, I won’t be celebrating the Fourth of July, either. If you don’t like what you read, I hope you’ll simply agree to disagree, and we can still be friends.

Campbells World

Good afternoon, everyone!
It is with great disappointment I write this post. I am, to be perfectly honest, ready to skip the 4TH of July, all together.

Why, do I feel this way? You ask. Well, let me just tell you. Let me, speak on it!

Upset, ashamed, and completely amazed, doesn’t do what I feel justice.

Earlier this afternoon, I was listening to the news on CNN. They said, our current global approval rating is at 22 percent. This is down from 67 percent during the previous presidency. Sad, was my reaction. Ashamed, and a little scared, was and is, my reaction.

Then, I turned on a repeat of a previous This American Life episode, only to listen to a battle between “American Parents” and a School Board, which turned quite violent, and to my dismay, still seems to be going on.

Then, All Things Considered came on, and…

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It’s Never Too Late – A Truly Inspiring Guest Blog Post by Leta McCurry

This post is proof that it’s never too late to do anything you want to do.

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Occasionally I run into somebody who is an absolute inspiration, and recently that happened again.

I don’t want to say too much and end up spoiling it, but I hope you find this post as inspiring as I did. ALL of it, not just the opening line – which is amazing by itself.

I asked this guest some questions and prompted her to do a guest blog post, which she graciously agreed to do.

Prepare to be amazed, and whatever you are working on in your life, know this: it’s never too late.

Here’s Leta McCurry. 


I am 83. I published my first book, High Cotton Country, at the age of 81

followed by my second book, A Shadow Life, in the fall of 2016. My work in progress, Dancing to the Silence, is about half done, in competition from time to…

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Happy Flag Day, 2017!

Here’s some history and a memoir about Flag Day. Enjoy!


Happy Flag Day, 2017!

by Alice Jane-Marie Massa

In the United States, Americans celebrated the first Flag Day on June 14, 1877–one hundred and forty years ago today.  June 14 was designated as Flag Day because on this day in 1777, the Second Continental Congress passed a resolution for the design and colors of the first flag of the United States.  In the late 19th century, teachers used Flag Day to teach their students more about history.  Wisconsinite Bernard J. Cigrand, a teacher (later a dentist, writer, public speaker who delivered 2188 speeches about patriotism and the flag), went a step further:  for approximately sixty years, he lobbied Congress to make Flag Day an official observance.  The patriotic dream of Mr. Cigrand, who became known as the “Father of Flag Day,” did not materialize until  1916, when President Woodrow Wilson proclaimed that June 14 shall be National Flag Day.  Finally…

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This is how some people wake up, but not me.

Kepler's Coffee House


By Jimmie Aaron Kepler

The timer starts the morning pot
brewing where it greets me
at the same time my alarm rings.

The first cup hides my morning breath
as it energizes the blood flowing through my veins
enabling me to stumble to my car
and drive to Starbucks for more.

A sunrise latte gives me the pick-me-up required
to face the tollway and morning rush hour.

A generic cup of Joe at work
gives me something to hold on to
as I begin the first
in a string of meetings.

A mid-morning cup of coffee
provides the jolt to make it to noon
where a fresh cup at my favorite café awaits.

Then a mid-afternoon cup
helps me survive the challenges
before the clock announces it is 5:00
and I can leave.

A drive-by Starbucks
provides the lift
before I sit in traffic
during evening drive time.


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Educating the Uneducated

You’d be amazed at how many health care professionals don’t know how to help people with disabilities. Patty offers her own experiences with such personnel and a great strategy for those in the health care profession. The key is effective communication and the realization that there are times when the patient knows best.

Campbells World

Good afternoon, and happy Mother’s Day to CAMPBELLSWORLD VISITORS!!!
Campbell, and I hope this day finds you feeling most awesome, and realizing that no matter your circumstance, you are truly blessed.

If you read my earlier post, Positive Perspective On the Other Side of the Help Desk Yet Again: Making Myself Whole, you know that I was admitted to Asbury Place Kingsport on May 8 after a short stay at Holston Valley Hospital.

I’m happy to say, that I’m recovering nicely, and in fact am sitting outside in a lovely patio area, enjoying the afternoon sun. However, it is this very thing, that has finally moved me to post this post.

During both my stay at Holston Valley Hospital, and now, Asbury Place, I’ve learned that the Medical Profession is, absolutely the least educated of any profession that deals with the public than any I’ve ever run across ever in…

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