A Note

We each bring our unique qualities to everything that we do. Even when we connect with like-minded others, our strengths and gifts vary. These are the things that add the many colours to paintings and various notes to music. These things both connect us and yet make us unique. Always remember to be your very best self and know that it is just right. Because no one is just like you.




On the Clock

Sometimes we have a job to do. Maybe it is doing an old job, but it is in a new place. We prepare; we are ready. We know our job and we are determined to do our best. Then, it seems something goes wrong. We need all the support and encouragement that we can get; but, it really comes down to just us. So, we buckle down and work through the problems. Time is of the essence. We know others are counting on us; that is our driving force. We do what we need to do, in our very own way, because it works! If we care enough and do our own personal best, everyone benefits.

Enjoy your weekend, whatever you do. See you soon!

A-Z: Number

Call me number,
for I have no name.
The absence of feeling
and thought you proclaim.
A statistic on paper,
I can’t be denied;
facts and answers
are all you provide.
You took what I said
and filed it away,
but it’s only an image
of life you portray.

~McGuffy Ann Morris

This poem speaks to the way we have dehumanized mankind in the name of progress. What was supposed to make life better has essentially diminished the very things that make life worth living. This is something that we cannot reverse, I fear. We must remember the things that make us all human. It matters; we matter.


“My Writeful Heart”:
A= Acknowledgments
B= Believe
C= Camouflage
D= The Drought
E= Exist
F= Final Departure
G= The Guardian
H= The Horologist
I= Impasse
J= Joseph
K= Knowing
L= The Loan
M= Mirror

God is God

Today is Sunday. We are halfway through the A-Z Blogging Challenge. So, this is an Intermission of sorts. I am taking this opportunity to share one of my favourite songs, by one of my favourite singers. Written by Steve Earle, Joan Baez sings this best. Enjoy.


My Saturday Matinee

I have gotten into the habit of posting a little video each Saturday. It reminds me of the traditional Saturday Matinee when I was a child. Each Saturday, the theatres showed an early viewing for families with kids. I am sure some of you remember this special event.

With that in mind, I have kept up my own Saturday Matinee, so as to leave something fun or meaningful (or both) while I am away from my computer. Saturdays are for family errands and chores. On Saturday nights, Bill often plays music. Sundays are for going to Mass, spending time together, and getting Bill ready for the Road.

Most of you know I am a serious Monthy Python fan. I am also a devoted Muppet fan. The two, together, is pure fun! But, this video also has a message. The best-laid plans do not always come together. Sometimes our plans are altered by others’, or by circumstances beyond our control. No matter how we try to fix them, things may just not come together as we planned it.

However, usually, it all still comes out fine! Sometimes, those other factors make things even more special, more fun, or somehow, even better than what we imagined. And, if not, it usually works out, anyway…just as it is meant to.

Make it a great weekend! See you soon!

Thank You!


This is just a thank you note to everyone who reads, comments, and follows McGuffy’s Reader. We appreciate each of you, your kindness, and your prayers. The A-Z Challenge, sick furkids, my own health, have all made for a complicated schedule. We are human, so we get behind, get overwhelmed, but we never quit trying to get things right. I plan to visit everyone this week. Please know that I truly appreciate you all. Thanks…and hugs!

First Date

Most of us can remember first dates. This scenario can apply to many kinds of new relationships, really. There is always the planning and trying to put our best self forward. We want to be thought of in a special, positive way. We too often try to be perfect. But, of course, we aren’t.

Thank goodness. Because, our date, and friends, are not ever perfect, either. Eventually, it all comes out. The imperfections and shortcomings are pretty universal. When those glorious imperfections are all revealed, they often show us in a unique light. Sometimes it is those little imperfections that actually make us special. That is when magic happens.