Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 27 grands, and 12 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium weekly.
Stories (636/0)
Sponsorship
Most people look for a sponsor to support their efforts in fundraising for their business, for helping them to be a success as an athlete, to help to promote them or their goals. My experience with sponsorship came when I first went to a family group to get support for my family trouble. I enjoyed having a sponsor right away and I have had several since 1978 when I first started in that recovery program. I am now a woman in long term recovery and what that means is I have had no alcohol or drugs for 41 years and I have been in that family program for 43 years. I have sponsored many in both programs. Never as well as I have been sponsored and never have they received as much as I have by sponsoring them!! Much of the programs I have attended are anonymous and so I thought I might show the anonymity in the picture above. Now days masks do the same thing.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Psyche
The Mystery of the Orbs
I am walking down the hall when I see a faint light ahead. Did I leave a light on in my bedroom? I must have. Here I am and there is no light on, so where is the light coming from? As I look around it gets lighter and I still don’t see where the light is coming from. What is going on I say out loud. Behind me, my girlfriend is just now coming into the room and she says, “The lights are above you”. As I look up I can see what she is talking about. Small orb like lights are above us and are lighting up the room, and just like that they are gone again. “Did you see that?” I ask no one in particular.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
Shopping On-Line
I never, ever thought I would be shopping online again. But, there I was, maybe a little too much shopping on-line and loving it! What else is there to do during a pandemic, I ask? Well, I did love it, until someone out there took over my life. I used to shop at Sears and Penny's, ordering over the phone by catalogue. Yes, it was the days when there were still outhouses and people would use the catalogue for toilet paper. Well, I wasn't, but some were. I grew up as a city girl. No outhouse, until I visited the country relatives. Imagine, there was even a two seater. Who would do that? But it was done all of the time.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
No Way Out
I went to go check out a gravel pit by my house that I thought maybe I might swim in. It was gravel all around and it had water in it but there really was no easy way in and more importantly, no way out. Just as I went to turn around to leave, I could hear a slight whimpering. I couldn't see anything so I moved closer and right below me I could see that it was a small dog trapped in the water pit with no way out. As I reached in I could just barely touch his coat with my finger tips and I wasn't even close to being able to grab him. I couldn't think of anything I may have in my bike, or anything close by that would help me to get him out and I could tell by the noise he was making that he really didn't have much time left.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
Home Alone
I was home alone when I heard someone coming to the door and I hesitated for just a moment and in they walked. It was 3 young men, that I didn't recognize. The one was obviously in charge and asked one of the others to take me upstairs and tie me up. I don't know what they were doing in my house and I didn't know why they felt the need to tie me up. What I did know is I was damn scared and didn't think there would be any one coming to my rescue. By the time we got upstairs I had talked the young man out of tying me up. I let him know that he would get no trouble from me. As soon as he left the room, I went up into the attic. I know it would be difficult for them to find me up there as I knew all the hiding spots. I grew up in this place after all. It was full of antiques and just some old junk.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Fiction
Goodland and Warba
We are preparing for winter, and it is a bright fall day in Warba, Minnesota. We are on twenty acres and the other twenty of the old family farm is in Goodland, Minnesota. There is much to do before winter gets here. The hubby says, "I have to change the cylinder on the lawn mower. This will be the third one, but I got a forty dollar one this time, and that should last." I said, how come you put the snow fence up already? Hubby said, "It is the time of year when you just can't tell if it will rain or snow. It did just rain, I told you it would be rain. And if it wasn't an inch of rain we would have had a foot of snow!" If I would have known there was so much work that goes into living here, I don't know if I would have agreed to live here and then add the farms around here and the crops being soaked in chemicals.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Longevity
Marriage Number 1
I was married the first time at age 17, in 1971. My mother planned the wedding of her dreams. All I had to do was show up to try on the dress for a fitting. It was a November wedding, with the works. A beautiful white gown, with a veil that I would wear, made by her cousin, and friend from high school. My friends and sister, had beautiful dresses made by the same person. Made of a soft burgundy velvet. The cake was a great towering monster of a cake. The venue was a catholic church wedding with the church basement for the reception and the dance at a resort down the road.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Marriage