by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 25, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Raindrops gently tapped on the windshield of my car. The sweet fragrance of pine trees filled the air long before the first drops fell. I turned off the audio book and enjoyed the sound of the incoming rain. Events of the past couple of days quietly began tiptoeing...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 23, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Walking closer to the window, I watch leaves, gold and orange, silently drop down, covering the ground like a mother coving her child from the chill of night. Sap in trees begins to relax and settle into the ground as the leaves bed it down for a wintery sleep....
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 18, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Opening the cedar hope chest, the faint fragrance of pine greets me as I reach down and gather into my arms an old but cherished quilt my grandmother made when I was young. Walking to the couch I wrap it around my shoulders and lift coffee, hot and sweet, to my lips...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 14, 2012 | Diane's Posts
And it is a frontal attack, bold and ugly, going straight for my mind. Isn’t that the first target in all battles –the information center? Driving down the road my mind is wrestling with negative thoughts and insecurities about myself. Age issues, ability to write,...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 11, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Okay, let’s just call it what it is! I have entered the sandwich stage of life! I am old enough to have children and grandchildren, and blessed enough to still have parents. But coaching children that are becoming parents and encouraging parents that are becoming...