by Diane W. Bailey | Mar 4, 2014 | Uncategorized
Each year we would wait with great anticipation for softball season to begin. The twelve-year-old girls were at the age of great contradictions. They would wear mascara and fix their hair in the perfect ponytail with uniform matching ribbon, only to leave the game...
by Diane W. Bailey | Mar 2, 2014 | Uncategorized
Funny how you look at something sitting in a shadow box and it seems you are seeing it for the very first time. An item you have dusted and adjusted for years only to have your eyes opened and see the God’s glory all over it. “Wherever you cast your eyes, there...
by Diane W. Bailey | Feb 27, 2014 | Consilium Community
Each morning I go to the mirror to ready myself for the day. Early morning light reveals the lines of time and I realize the bloom is fading from the rose. Each phase of life has its insecurities and as we get older some fears change, yet most stay the same....
by Diane W. Bailey | Feb 16, 2014 | Uncategorized
Linking this morning with Deidra, Barbie
by Diane W. Bailey | Feb 15, 2014 | Uncategorized
She comes into the kitchen, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and a red ribbon once tied neatly in a bow, now dangles down her back. Placing her leather glove on the crumb gritty counter she announces her team has won its game. White softball pants all...