by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 13, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Each year we make cookies for city workers and mailmen, place the cookies in boxes wrapped in paper and bows all glittered and festive for the Christmas season. A card is attached thanking them for their hard work. This particular Christmas season we had the...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 12, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Rain at last, rain at last, coming down in sheets of gray across the pond, so low, and desperate for water. Its edges once climbed the retaining wall, but now, dirt edges are exposed and blades of grass green with life, try to fill in its shallow core. The fall, all...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 11, 2012 | Diane's Posts
Christmas cookies are baked, Christmas music is playing, the fireplace is crackling warm and the tree, with all of its lights, is standing tall and elegant in the family room waiting the arrival of the stepchildren so that we can decorate the tree. Excitement fills...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 10, 2012 | Diane's Posts
The sugar white sand is warm beneath the umbrella on Alabama’s Gulf Shore, and our summer vacation is in full swing with this blended group we call family. Doc and I, we are working our brains constantly to come up with ways to bond, and create good memories of all,...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 9, 2012 | Diane's Posts
A prayer for stepfamilies: Father, you are all wise and knowing. You know the hidden thoughts of each person in this family, their fears, and their joy. Thank you for seeing and understanding us, even when we don’t understand each other or even ourselves. You love...
by Diane W. Bailey | Dec 8, 2012 | Diane's Posts
“I didn’t asked to be born!” shouted my teen from the bedroom. “It’s not fair. Nobody else has to do this! You’re so mean!” And the door to the purple room closes with a slam. “Good thing you didn’t ask to be born today,” I thought to myself. “Today...