because I didn't want women to feel as alone as I did after my miscarriage over twenty-years ago. There is no time frame on grief and your loss matters, as do you.
, is also available on Amazon in ebook format. Ellen DuBois Blog. Thoughtwaves.
Special Friends Are Like Angels
by Ellen DuBois on 08/04/18
Special friends are like angels-
Thank you for reading my blog and visiting. YOU are appreciated!
I'm Ellen DuBois, author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
I'm published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (a Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns.
I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond. Music is another passion of mine and I'm blessed to share the gift of music. I'm also a shudder bug like my mother was. I love taking pictures.
Have a great, inspired day.
Childhood Memories
by Ellen DuBois on 07/16/18
Childhood Memories
Skinned knees,
climbing trees,
forts of sheets,
sugary sweets,
hide-n-seek,
taking peeks,
Spaghetti O's,
pants with holes,
summer nights,
pillow fights,
Christmas trees,
play in leaves,
eating dirt,
dirty shirt,
monkey bars,
shooting stars,
bright balloons,
afternoons,
school bell rings,
choir sings,
taking tests,
try my best,
friends fight,
summer nights,
friends play,
summer day,
snow fort,
life's short,
memories,
part of me,
will not forget,
will not regret,
worth more than gold,
a treasure to hold,
thank God for these,
Childhood Memories.
© Ellen M. DuBois
Photo is the property of Ellen M. DuBois and may not be used or reproduced without express permission from the owner.
I'm Ellen DuBois, author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
I'm published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (a Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns.
I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond. Music is another passion of mine and I'm blessed to share the gift of music. Have a great, inspired day.
God's Rose
by Ellen DuBois on 07/14/18
Thank you for reading my blog and visiting. YOU are appreciated!
I'm Ellen DuBois, author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
I'm published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (a Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns.
I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond. Music is another passion of mine and I'm blessed to share the gift of music. Have a great, inspired day.
Even In Murky Waters, the #Lotus Blooms #repost #inspiration #Saturdaythoughts
by Ellen DuBois on 07/14/18
I thought of this saying while looking at this picture. I took it a few days ago and as you can see, the water is very murky. We've been in quite a severe drought here in Massachusetts. Actually, I don't recall ever having this little rain.
Look at the beautiful, pink lotus blooming in the midst of all that green, murky water. Beauty and life appear where you wouldn't think it possible. As a matter of fact, my eyes were so focused on the color of the water, I only saw the lotus after my best friend pointed it out.
Life can be a lot like that. We are what we focus on. We see what we focus on. Rather than giving all my attention to the sorry state of the water, I chose to focus my attention, and my camera, on the soft, gentle beauty of that one, pink lotus.
We all have the capacity to bloom, even in troubled times. We all are capable beings able to not only see, but BE the light in the darkness.
Even in Murky Waters, The Lotus Blooms.
Ellen
Thank you for reading my blog and visiting. YOU are appreciated!
I'm Ellen DuBois, author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
I'm published with Blue Mountain Arts, and am a contributing author to several books including: Soul Matters for Teens, Sisters, (a Blue Mountain Arts gift book), Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders- Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News, Romancing the Soul, More God Allows U-Turns.
I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond. Music is another passion of mine and I'm blessed to share the gift of music. Have a great, inspired day.
I Updated My Author Page and Please Follow. Thank You!
by Ellen DuBois on 07/11/18
Hello,
I spent some time this morning updating my author page on Amazon. You know how a thought hits and you decide to do it? Well, that's what happened. I wasn't expecting to do an update, but something urged me to do so. So...here's what it says and I invite you to visit and follow. It would be greatly appreciated. Thank you! Ellen (The URL is at the bottom of the post.)
Ellen DuBois wrote I Never Held You, a book about miscarriage, grief, healing and recovery because she didn't want women to feel as alone as she did after her miscarriage over twenty-years ago. It was a "pre-Internet" world, and trying to find something to help with her grief seemed impossible. In her book, Ellen shares her journey- from the initial shock of learning her baby had passed away to reaching a place of healing and accepting her new normal. She never forgot her unborn baby and he continues to touch her life in countless ways. Dr. Linda Backman contributed several helpful chapters as both a licensed grief counselor and a woman who survived the loss of her son Adam, born at 26 weeks who lived for about an hour. Additionally, there are four touching stories from women who lived through the pain of miscarriage.
The second half on the book focuses on things the author found helpful in healing after miscarriage. She says: "Take what works for you, leave what doesn't, and remember to take one day at a time. There is no time frame on grief and your loss matters, as do you."
Her fiction book, Jackie's Heart, is also available on Amazon in ebook format. It's romance packed with suspense. It's a story of love, loss, grief, overcoming the odds and a taking a chance on love again. It's been called a real "page turner", filled with twists and unexpected turns. Although her first published work of fiction, this editorial review says: "Can't miss" formula,...combining tragedy with romance & throwing in enough criminal activities to build and hold the reader's interest." -- The Sunday Enterprise, August 31, 2003 Zel Levin, Easton author's book combines tragedy, romance
Ms. DuBois has also been published by: Blue Mountain Arts with her poem "I Whispered a Prayer or Two" as an inspirational greeting card and included in their gift book, "Sisters"; is a contributing author in More God Allows U-Turns (Barbour Publishing/Promise Press); Conquering Panic and Anxiety Disorders, Success Stories, Strategies and other Good News (Hunterhouse Publishing) and Soul Matters for Teens (Thomas Nelson Inc.).
Ellen DuBois resides in Massachusetts with her fiance and rescue dog, Cooper. She's working on her next book, teaching piano, enjoys photography, making jewelry and "learning something new every day on this journey called life." She welcomes you to visit her miscarriage support site at miscarriagehelp.com and her personal/author site at ellendubois.com.
Check out my #author page at this easy to remember url! amazon.com/author/ellendubois via @amazon Thank you, Ellen
Putting My Vulnerable Self Out There Again (My Book)
by Ellen DuBois on 07/05/18
. So, why not promote it on my blog? It only makes sense.
Jackie's Heart
. (Another goal was to FINISH a book!) So, love it, like it or feel "meh" about it, I'm proud of my work and as an author, I'm putting my most "vulnerable self" out there...again. My book IS a part of me. With most creative people, (I speak as both a writer and a musician), when you give your work wings, you've got to be up for both praise, (easy), and scrutiny, (not so easy). is about:Romance. Suspense. A story of love, loss, grief, overcoming the odds and a taking a chance to love again. Jackie's Heart.
Jackie DuPont thought life was over when she lost her husband. Little did she know of the pain and joys in store. When the young widow discovers she's pregnant with her late husband's child, she wonders where she'll find the strength to be a mother when getting out of bed is a struggle.
After being raped by the prominent attorney and left for dead on the side of the road, she's convinced her heart can't take any more. Nearing the end of her pregnancy, she unexpectedly befriends a kind, trustworthy doctor. When unwelcome feelings begin to develop for him, she quickly buries them, remaining loyal to her late husbands memory. Plagued by grief, fear and guilt., Jackie finds herself surrounded by gunfire.
Join Jackie in this page turning book as she discovers it takes more courage to live than to die, to stand up for justice no matter how difficult and to hold strong to a second chance at love—even if it means risking it all.
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you all had a safe and happy Fourth of July. It was VERY hot here in Massachusetts and honestly, I watched the Boston Pops and fireworks from the comfort of my living room. It was still beautiful and although I wasn't there, TV's are so amazing today it almost felt like I was!
Sincerely, Ellen
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I'm also known as "Miss Ellen"- a piano teacher to students from 5 to tween and beyond- and I love it!
Learning about Natural Herbs: Free Ebook Natural Herbs 101
by Ellen DuBois on 06/26/18
It can be so overwhelming when you start reading food labels and hearing about the harmful chemicals used in our foods, medicines and more. I typcially blog about the latest in plus size fashions on this site. But, when I stumbled across this book and report, I thought that living healthier is important to mostly everyone. That's why I'm telling you about a free ebook and report entitled "Natural Herbs 101".
You'll learn a lot about natural herbs in this free ebook and report.
Download Natural Herbs 101"Natural herbs have been in use since the dawn of time. The Chinese have been using these flavorful weeds for everything from spicing up a favorite dish to curing allergies. Common herbs are most known for their culinary uses. There are medicinal applications for herbs as well."
I also have to tell you that I'm an affiliate and will receive a small commission should you decided to purchase anything. However, that's not the main reason I'm sharing this. I believe we need to be our own heath advocates. Anything we can do to make ourselves healthier and better educated is worth the time to me.
I can't wait to dig in and read this book.
Here's to your health!
I Am Too: An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love (By Alfred. E. DuBois)
by Ellen DuBois on 06/08/18
I Am Too
Part One: An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love
By: Alfred E. DuBois
The following is true. Names have been changed in respect of privacy. Family names are authentic.
The day was overcast and dreary as I sat alone on a bench on the north side of the village green. The green in the center of the town square was surrounded by non descript, concrete buildings devoid of any signs, neon lights or ads promoting businesses, although I was sure there were some there. With the overcast and fog they just weren't visible.
Where I was sitting was largely unpopulated, while the southern end of the green was quite crowded with men, women and children in abundance. That was fine with me. I just wanted to be alone and relax, not realizing this was not to be.
A couple approached me and the gentleman offered a courteous "Hello" which I returned. The woman spoke. "Al, are you coming to the Door and Window Festival tonight?" I was quite taken aback by how this woman I never saw before in my life knew my name and what the hell was a Door and Window Festival?
"I don't think so," said I, unknowingly encouraging her to tell me what a "Door and Window Festival" was all about.
"Oh, you should come" she said. "We do it every year. There's fun and games for the kids, lots of music, great food. I know you'll have a great time. See you there?" It was part question, part "See you there!" command.
"Maybe," I compromised. They continued on their way, leaving me alone once again.
At this point, a short, perky gentleman with a quick step was walking by my bench and said "Hi Al." I recognized him as Pat Marony, a former lector at a Catholic church I was organist at for fourteen years- about forty years ago, and returned the greeting. Pat and I had been quite friendly in those days and often had coffee and doughnuts together between Sunday masses. The only problem was Pat had died from Alzheimer's about fifteen or twenty years ago. Surely, although sharing a physical resemblance, this was clearly a case of mistaken identity.
I decided to get up and walk around the green to stretch and loosen up a bit. As I neared the crowd, a woman who looked all the world like a former neighbor, Loraine Weaver, approached me smiling.
"Al, so good to see you." She looked away for a moment, then returned to face me again. She looked totally unfamiliar- definitely was not Loraine and continued. "It'll be so good to see you two together tonight. It's been a long time."
I wondered, didn't she know my wife had died ten months ago? What was going on?
"Well, maybe one of us," I said.
She simply smiled and walked away.
One thing I should have mentioned earlier: in addition to the park benches like I was sitting on, the green was covered with picnic tables from end to end. There were far more tables than park benches, obviously in preparation for the night's festivities, but being alone, I had elected a bench.
While sitting and looking around at the people I thought for a moment I saw Marlane, my deceased wife among them. She was some distance away, not distinctly clear, but certainly resembled Marlane in appearance. I stood to get a better view but in the process lost her in the crowd.
I sat back down, disappointed at myself for thinking the impossible and noticing that while the tables at the southern end of the green were quickly filling up, the northern end was still pretty sparse. I decided to move to one of the empty tables for a change of pace.
I looked around, taking another view of the preparation for the upcoming event. I saw that it was beginning to take shape. Some food, buffet style, was being set up and the crowd was beginning to grow. I sighed, sat back, closed my eyes, reopened them looking to my right, then to my left and stopped. There, two tables away, she was sitting alone staring at me. "Hello there."
My heart was pounding. My hands were sweating. I had so many things to say. "Hi."
If you offered me a million dollars to tell you what happened next I couldn't. I know we exchanged small talk. It was pleasant, not profound or memorable. I looked around, sighed and looked back toward her, wanting to tell her so many things.
She was gone.
About this time I was approached by two men wearing official looking name tags, obviously on a mission. It turned out they wanted me to play the piano at the "Door and Window Festival" in exchange for which they would give me a free ten dollar admission ticket. I somewhat reluctantly agreed hoping another, more productive meeting with Marlane would result.
It's funny how things work. I might not be the quickest guy in the world or the brightest light on the tree, but it was finally beginning to occur to me that this entire happening, real as it seemed, was a dream. The people I was meeting, at once familiar and non familiar, were actually products of my desire to be with my wife of more than fifty four years, hold her and tell her what I should have told her more often over those years. A guilt trip that haunts me and I am sure many others who have lost a devoted partner they all think prematurely.
I was thinking about this when the two name tags showed up again. They couldn't find the piano, but wanted to give me the ticket anyway since I had offered to play it. I accepted and told them to keep looking. If they found it, I would play it.
Returning to my table, which was still unoccupied although those all the way to the middle of the green were quickly filling in, I relaxed as best I could, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I opened them quickly. Marlane was sitting two tables away again staring at me.
She had changed and was wearing one of my favorite outfits. Her red blouse was gracefully framed by a white sweater and she looked radiant. There wasn't a wrinkle anywhere on her face and looked to be in her early forties. She was smiling that infectious grin and I was angry.
Angry because I realized this was a dream, that I would awaken soon and it would all be gone. How could I tell her gently? How could I not show the anger and frustration I was feeling?
I gripped a hold of the edge of the table while rising to a standing position. This was it.
"This isn't real" I said loudly. "I am dreaming!" Almost a scream.
She had a three word reply but it wasn't to come within the dream. As I lay on my back in bed I felt her breath in my right ear and heard her voice, not loud, but clear, personal and up close. "I am too!"
The vision in the dream disappeared before I could open my eyes. I almost expected to see and feel her next to me but knew she wouldn't be.
This had been far more than a dream. She was in mine and I was in hers at the same time. "I am too" calmly, clearly in control, unlike my angry outburst. No longer agnostic, there is no doubt in my mind that there is an after life, she is in it, enjoying it and is okay.
Therefore, "I am too."
I Am Too
Part Two: The Connection
I had made one of my rare visits to the cemetery where my parents Alfred and Ellen, son David and wife Marlane are buried on Wednesday, October fifteenth, 2015. This was probably my third time since my wife had passed away January third of this year. Although I have a short conversation and offer some prayers daily, visiting cemeteries is just not my thing. We all react differently to these situations.
In part one I wrote about what occurred within and after the dream Thursday night. I did this Friday morning while the vivid details and the feeling of Marlane's warm breath upon my ear were fresh on my mind.
What happened Friday night blew me away.
I have three wonderful daughters named Debbie, Ellen and Lori in their forties and early fifties. None of us have ever really been into the psychic or paranormal. I say that fully realizing some events defy explanation.
Lori, the youngest of the three has a daughter who began her freshman year in high school this fall and a son who entered middle school the same time. Her friend Kerry has the same combination so they have come up with a perfect carpool arrangement to efficiently transport their kids to and from school each day. Debbie, Ellen and I have never met Kerry so we do not know her, although she and Lori as well as their children are good friends.
That Friday evening Kerry attended a showing by a well know medium which drew an audience of about two hundred people.
I am attempting to recreate what happened next as accurately as possible since I was not there and am relying on descriptions by Lori and Ellen originally, given to Lori by Kerry.
As the medium was moving around the hall she reported strong vibes when close to Kerry. "Does someone near me know an Ellen?" A few hands raised in response. All knew a deceased Ellen, some passing away years ago, others more recently. "No, this Ellen is alive and someone from the other side is trying to communicate with her." The medium explained.
As she moved around the room the vibes grew weaker but became strong again when Kerry was approached. "Does someone near me know a Lori?" Kerry hesitantly raised her hand. "The vibes are really strong" said the medium. "Are you sure you don't know an Ellen?"
"Positive" was the reply.
"All right" said the medium, abruptly changing direction and leading into another question. "Did the Lori you know recently lose her mother to lung disease?"
Kerry, dumbfounded, nervously answered "Yes."
The vibes were very strong and the following quote is exactly, word for word, as Kerry reported to Lori. "This woman is very adamant you get this message to Lori. I'm okay. I'm breathing."
"That's it?"
"That's it!"
Upon returning home later that evening, Kerry knew exactly what she had to do in spite of the late hour.
She phoned Lori, explaining that she had seen a medium earlier and she had to ask Lori the question that had been on her mind the entire drive home. "Do you know anyone named Ellen?"
Lori replied, "I have a sister Ellen."
"Oh, my God."
At this point, bursting with curiosity, Lori shouted, "What?"
"I have a message from your mother. The medium said she was adamant I get this message to you and Ellen. I'm okay. I'm breathing!"
Moments later Lori was on the phone with Ellen. Needless to say, they were overcome with emotion and excitement. As they began to calm down, Lori wondered aloud why Debbie and I were not included in the adamant message. They had the answer the next morning when I called Ellen about a completely unrelated matter.
At the very moment they were on the phone together, I was sitting in the kitchen at my house reading Debbie the recently completed manuscript for "I Am Too. An Accounting of Faith, Hope and Love." The messages, though different, were being exchanged among family members at the exact same time and were meant to reassure us that all is well. We know it is real.
That's the way Marlane plans things.
Note: This was written by my father, Alfred E. DuBois.
In the end, it comes down to LOVE. #Repost #grief #writingtoheal #missingmom
by Ellen DuBois on 06/08/18
You know those moments when you come across a picture and it completely tears at your heart? Yeah. Just happened. But, faith gets you through it. Love pushes you forward, keeps you connected and dries the tears. The belief in a life so beautiful after this one cushions the ache of missing someone so much it physically hurts. Finally, the importance of treasuring every moment you have with your family- every, single one, is fully awakened. Do it for you. Do it for God. Do it because you may regret it if you don't. I loved my mother so much and miss her equally as much. Thank God she knew how much she was loved by my whole family. And we knew she loved us. In the end, it all comes down to... LOVE.
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Mom In Heaven, Today is Your Birthday
by Ellen DuBois on 04/26/18
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Life Since My #Miscarriage, 27 Years Later.
by Ellen DuBois on 04/23/18(This post is from my miscarriagehelp.com site, but I wanted to share it here, too.)
Today marks the day I lost my baby 27 years ago. It's a day that changed my life. My whole path shifted direction when I miscarried. What I thought would be and what was were suddenly very different.
Welcome to MiscarriageHelp.com. My name is Ellen DuBois, host of this site, miscarriage survivor, and author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
Note: Some people find it difficult to post comments here because it's not very clear how to do it. Just hit the "comment" link under any post. I'll get your comment and respond. If it's easier, please email me. [email protected]
Love & comfort to you, Ellen
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Thoughtwaves March 8, 2018
by Ellen DuBois on 03/08/18
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Why is the price of my book so HIGH?
by Ellen DuBois on 03/01/18
Why is one of the sellers of my book, I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
PS- If you click on the link below, you'll see how my book appears on Amazon. It's when you look into the "other sellers" that you find the prices going up... and up... and up!
I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
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Another School Shooting? This CAN'T Be Our Kid's "New Normal" #kidslivesmatter
by Ellen DuBois on 02/15/18
"At least 17 people were killed when a teen opened fire with a semiautomatic rifle at a high school in Parkland, Florida, on Wednesday afternoon, officials said."
I stand heartbroken before you with the rest of this country- with the rest of the world. Another school shooting? This CAN'T be our kid's 'new normal'.
I don't have the answers, but I'm willing to help try to come up with something. ANYTHING. I can't stand by and watch yet another newscast telling me there's been another shooting.
Our children are being massacred by psychos with guns. Yes, I said psychos and if that's not politically correct, I don't offer an apology.
It's not about politics. First and foremost, it's about the children, the ones we are supposed to be able to protect, being shot down in cold blood. It's also about the teachers and other victims of these horrific shootings that defy reason . There is no reason when it comes to evil. Additionally, it's about unstable people with guns who never, EVER should have had them in the first place.
"The number of mass shootings around the country in 2018 continues to climb. According to data from the Gun Violence Archive, a total of 30 mass shooting incidents have occurred as of February 14, including Wednesday's school shooting in Florida."- www.abc15.com
What are we going to do? How are we going to protect our children? How are we going to protect ANY innocent bystander who gets caught in the crossfire of someone who is mentally deranged?
School shootings. Nightclub shootings. Concert shootings...Enough!
I'm grasping at straws as I try to comprehend yet another tragic shooting. I can't wrap my brain around it. I cry when I think about the lives lost and the families of the victims. My heart goes out to those who survived, too. I can't imagine what this atrocity did to the kids who lived it, saw it and felt such fear and terror. We've got some very serious PTSD to address and it's in our schools. It's seems unreal, but this nightmare is very real.
I believe we have to get to the root of the problem: unstable, mentally deranged people who are going on killing sprees. This is not a political statement. I know guns don't shoot themselves- people do. And the ones who do it are sick and don't give a damn about any law. All the legislation in the world isn't going to stop them because they don't care about laws and legislation.
I, along with millions of others, feel helpless. But, I can't be helpless because children depend of adults to be helpful. For the love of God, keep your eyes open. Listen. Our kids need to know they can report any suspicious behavior/activity to an adult without repercussion. Sort out what's accurate after it's investigated- let's not wait to act. If we do, it'll be too late. Listen to the concerns of children when they say "so and so is being violent, weird, making threats or creepy" and take every word seriously. Don't be afraid to speak up to authorities and to each other. We all need to be vigilant and LOOK UP AND AROUND instead of down. We all need to notice the world and the people around us- beyond our cell phones.
It's a start.
We need to protect each other. This can't be our kid's new normal.
I have to add this: While I believe in a person's right to bear arms, I also believe in background checks. I believe there is no need for anyone, except for the military and law enforcement, to carry assault rifles, which are capable of fully automatic firing. #kidslivesmatter
Ellen M. DuBois
Blizzard2018- Both Beauty and Beast.
by Ellen DuBois on 01/05/18
Looking out my window this morning, I couldn't help thinking about winters as a kid back in the 70's and 80's, (mostly the 70's). The piles of snow reminded me of snowforts we spent hours building. We played in them until our mothers called us in. We were thrilled to get "snow days".
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Feeding the Birds: A Calming, Spiritual Experience
by Ellen DuBois on 01/01/18
I started feeding the birds during the summer of 2015 with a hummingbird feeder by my front porch.
It didn't take long for me to become completely fascinated by the beautiful, tiny birds. Watching them quickly sip on sugar water has not only entertained me, I've also been in awe of nature and its beauty. I've become more acutely aware of how perfectly made God's creations are.
I bought a sturdy, mesh feeder meant for various types of birds...cardinals included.
I look forward to seeing more types of birds and learning about them. I know I'll laugh when I see "Harry the Squirrel" make his way to the feeder to get "his share". I'll gently knock on the window when I think he's had enough, (he can be quite the pig). Setting up my HandyCam on a tripod so I can film my fine feathered friends is very fun- I don't know what'll be on there until I look. The shutterbug in me enjoys getting great shots with my 35mm camera. My phone is great for quick pictures and short recordings, too.
As I embark upon my bird feeding journey, I will learn more as I go along. I don't know what the best bird foods are to buy, but I know people who do. My best friend has been at this for a long time and she's already given me some great advice and tips. Another couple I'm friends with has an array of feeders, too and I'm sure they'll be giving me tips and pointers as I go along.
I think I'll go feed the birds now and enjoy the serenity watching them brings.
All Photos were taken by and are the property of Ellen M. DuBois. Please do not use without permission.
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Grieving During the Holiday Season
by Ellen DuBois on 12/23/17
To all those missing their babies and other loved ones who are in Heaven, my heart goes out to you. This time of year can be tough. You're "supposed" to be happy, but may find yourself struggling with grief, sadness and perhaps feeling ovewhelmed. There are so many emotions, from joy to great sadness. I know the feeling and want you to know you're not alone. Hang in there, and I'm keeping you all in my thoughts and prayers.
I love you and miss you more than you know. Christmas is coming- the streets seem to glow. I hear carolers singing and see lights shining bright. It should make me warm on this cold winter night. But, I miss you my dear one. I can't help but cry. I need to slow down and sit for a while. When I close my eyes, it feels like you're here. Was that you or an angel, who just dried my tears? Your spirit warms me in the cold, winter air. I know you're beside me, even though you're not "here".- Ellen M. DuBois
Love and comfort to you,
Ellen
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Are they debating about Dr. Suess on TV?
by Ellen DuBois on 09/29/17
I cannot believe it.
I cannot conceive it.
Are they debating about
Dr. Suess on TV?
They say he's a racist
and not a good person.
My God, is there anything
on which we agree?
What did it to to my poor little head
as I read Dr. Suess when I went to bed?
Was I ruined for life
because of his books?
Did I turn out so bad-
like a thief or a crook?
Melania tried to give out some books-
and she was treated like a thief and a crook!
There are places in trouble
with no power, no food!
We must gather together
for human kind's good!
So why do they accuse Dr. Suess on TV,
of being a racist to the Nth degree?
Aren't there more important
things to discuss?
Like earthquakes, hurricanes,
those left in the dust?
But a book, many books,
are at the core of the news.
I simply don't get it
and I'm not amused.
Are we such a narrow-minded society,
that we argue about Dr. Suess on TV?
It's almost laughable, but sickened, I am.
I think I will go eat some GREEN EGGS AND HAM!
Ellen M. DuBois
9-29-2017
Wrote a prayer. #PrayersForFlorida #PrayersforTexas #Prayers
by Ellen DuBois on 09/09/17
Dear God, Hear our prayers for those affected by hurricanes, wildfires, earthquakes- all natural disasters. God bless all people and animals who have been hurt, displaced, are afraid and who have lost so much. May the angels watch over and keep safe all beings who are in the path of these natural disasters. Please protect those who are aiding in rescue and clean up efforts. Help us join together as one to assist all who are in need to the best of our ability. Amen.
Ellen M. DuBois
Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
I love it!
I Survived Childhood Without a Cell Phone (and liked it!)
by Ellen DuBois on 08/03/17
I am so glad I was born at a time when technology didn't rule my life. I played outside when the weather was good, and used my imagination inside when the weather was bad. Yes, I watched TV and there were some pretty good shows on. But, I also used my God-given imagination and with the help of books, Barbie dolls, HotWheels, listening to and playing music, I had a great time- a great childhood. If I wanted to see a friend, I walked to their house, knocked on the door and asked if "so and so" could come out and play. If I wanted to play a game, I interacted with my sisters and/or some friends. We talked. We laughed! If I wanted to share something with a girlfriend, we talked face to face either outside, sitting in one of our bedrooms or on the phone, (the one with a cord attached to it and mounted onto a wall). Oh, and when that same phone rang at dinner time, we weren't allowed to talk. It was dinner time and my sisters and I were expected to eat at the table, as a family. We communicated, listened, sometimes shared a laugh and had to clean our plates because poor people were starving and the thought of wasting food was a sin. (Admittedly, I often snuck pieces of what I didn't like under the table for the dog to enjoy.) When I rode my bike for the first time without training wheels, I smashed into a neighbor's car and they didn't sue us. When my mother wanted me to come home for dinner, I heard her voice because she had to yell for me, not call or text me. Oh, and I ran. I respected that call to come in. My girlfriend and I put on shows, dressed up in my mother's clothes, and that was entertainment! I knew the pure joy of playing in the rain in the summer, (provided there wasn't any thunder and lightening), and building snow forts in the winter until my mother called us in because before we turned blue from the cold. I explored the woods behind our house in the spring and marveled at the first flowers blooming in May. Scampering through the colored leaves of fall was a blast. Raking those leaves was not- but we did it. I rode my "Dill Pickle" bike and appreciated it. If I left it on its side at the base of the driveway, I was ordered to go get it and put it where it belonged. I respected what was mine and what belonged to others. I spent my childhood looking up, down, all around, seeing tall trees, the sky, the flowers. I stared at clouds as they changed shaped and caught fireflies at night. Fireworks were an amazing Fourth of July spectacle and getting a new pair of sneakers was a big deal! I even had "school clothes" and "play clothes". Why? Because I played, and played hard. The dirt and grass stains reflected that. The kids in my neighborhood didn't know what a "play date" was. We simply went outside to see who was around. Our neighbor's pool was a welcome oasis in the summertime. Snowball fights, building snowmen and watching snowflakes fall underneath the streetlight captivated me and made me smile. When my friends and sisters were busy, I found ways to entertain myself and grow. I did my homework, practiced the organ and piano, read books, sang to my parent's 45's and 33's in the "playroom" for hours. It was a real treat when I got to stay up past my bedtime when a special was on TV. When our neighbor's got Atari, Pac-Man, Asteroids, Donkey Kong, Centipede, Pole Position and Mario Brothers were like a whole new world to me! I loved playing those games. But, there was a limit and I had to go home eventually. Those games were a treat and so much fun, but they weren't something I did every day. They weren't a way of life. Nope. I grew up playing hop scotch, scatter, tag, hide and seek, riding my bike, exploring the woods, walking to the store, going to the playground, picking up after myself, doing dishes, being with my family and so much more. I saw things some would consider simple, like rainbows, frogs, tadpoles, planes flying overhead, birds and countless other things through the eyes of a child who only knew how to look up and around, instead of constantly down at a tiny screen. And you know what? I'm so, so glad those are my childhood memories. - Ellen DuBois
Ellen DuBois: I'm the author of I Never Held You: Miscarriage, Grief, Healing and Recovery
I love it!
