The people living in the wasteland of the Dust Bowl region knew suffering. It was beside them, trickling in through every crack in the roof, they breathed it in with every inhalation. Suffering was ever present in their every moment. Still, many of them… Continue Reading “The Next Year People”
Last week my family went on a trip to a zoo. We’re zoo people. It’s fun for us to explore new places and see the crazy animals. As we walked through, we stopped at the flamingo habitat. The pink diva birds stood on their… Continue Reading “a duck in a flamingo world”
I have a confession to make. There is one thing about being an author that I’m not in love with. In fact, I fear it. I tremble at the thought of having to do it. It…is… Selling. Now, I’ve been in sales before. At… Continue Reading “Sell, Sell, Sell”
Never again. Have you said those words? Thought them? Hoped them? Never again. I won’t let that happen again. Won’t allow that person into my life. Can’t let myself dwell on it. Never again. And have you turned from that person/place/thing that you promised… Continue Reading “Never Again”
Congratulations to Darcie Apple! She won The Book Monster! And Congrats to Anne Ferris! She won the Paint Chips MUG! A stack of printable, color-able, cut-out-able paper hearts on my desk. Bag of conversation hearts and little jar of red sprinkles on the… Continue Reading “Lovie Dovie”
Megan Sayer is a writer, blogger, wife, and mother from Hobart, Tasmania (the tiny island at the bottom of Australia). I have had the extreme pleasure to read a great deal of Megan’s work and, let me tell you, she is one talented lady.… Continue Reading “What’s Your Story — The Day That God Fixed The Football”
Howdy, Friends! If you’re new here (or if you’ve been hanging around for awhile), and you like what you see, please make sure to subscribe by entering your email on the right side-bar. That will make sure that these posts are delivered right to… Continue Reading “What’s Your Story — Breathe”
Tonight I visited a friend in a psychiatric ward. Nothing dramatic happened. No violence or smelly rooms or scary people. Very little “One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest” stuff going on there. The halls were clean and brightly lit. The staff was kind. What… Continue Reading ““Just Gotta Love ‘Em””