Author: Veronica Hallissey

  • Connections. . . everything teaches. . .

        The Dinner Table . . . Everything Teaches. . . There was a little boy who sat at the holiday table with all the family and their friends.  The table was set with the white cloth and the numbers of gathered friends were many.  The little boy sat high on his chair and…

  • Where Are You Going Absalom? . . . .

    I’ve Been Before To Paradise. . . I was told that you cannot wait for anyone else to do what is yours to do.  They do not have your particular understanding nor your vision.  The future  will be turned one page at a time and you will find your name on it.  But do not…

  • Bread With Some Butter. . .

      Bread With Some Butter. . . Drive as though your life depended on your driving.  Because many drive as though they never give life thought,  least of all yours. ***** We know that empty promises still carry the hint of hope.  Because who knows for sure. ***** Man has made his bed and he…

  • Because I Chose You. . .

        Thank You For Choosing Me As Your Parent. . . . . For those who think Eve was an afterthought of Adam, give some time to this disclosure as to her purpose for humanity.  Perhaps this should be included in our thinking when we discuss the competition and jealousies which plague the genders.…

  • Observation Expert. . .

      The only thing I am an expert on is being an old lady.  I am not a vet nor a dog trainer, nor a whisperer.  What I am is an expert in observing;  people as well as sentient life,  or not sentient.  I have seen God in a Rock.  So be it.  What I…

  • No Place To Go. . .

    No Place To Go. . . .the children have to grow up. . . . As I look back on things,  as we are apt to do when we wish to make sense out of a life that at times held little,  I find more things connect.  Yet small incidents were crucial  for the larger…

  • Worlds I know. . .

      The psychiatrist sat at his desk in that small office and said tell me what you see when you go down Michigan Avenue.  Everything?  I asked.  Everything, he said.  I closed my eyes and began.  When I was finished he whistled through his teeth.  You know, he said, others don’t see what you see. …

  • When A Thing Is Good. . . habits

        When St. Paul had his experience on the road to Damascus,  it unnerved him so that he took a year off from his preaching to recover.  He of course had his groupies waiting on him.  When my world crashed and I was hospitalized,  the doctors asked me to speak to a large room…

  • I Had Earned The Right. . .

      Events take on proportion that surprise even us who experienced the event.  Wondering why in looking back they were significant to us when to others they would be a non event.  But to us they often are a turning point,  a point of growth and in that who we are now or what we…

  • Tracks. . .

        Tracks. . . Check on that for me and find out whether the tracks are a rabbit’s tracks. See if in the new snow they lead under the porch. It has been such an old house for so long, even I think, when it was first built. It has seen with eyes blinking…