The First Christmas Without Mama
I would like to introduce you to Rosemary. THis is her first time blogging. Rosemary and I grew up next door to each other. I remember her mother, a very kind and soft spoken woman. This is Rosemary’s story of Christmas. Christmas was always my...
You Shall Be ~ Thoughts from Laity Lodge
Laity Lodge 2013 The window frames crack and moan as winter winds howl across Texas. The view that I paid extra for is frosted over obscuring the view of this weekend amongst writers. All night, through my slumber I heard the conversation between my...
Living In The Why
The old-fashioned Christmas lights are illuminating the darkness as I pull into home. I love those big fat red, blue, green, and orange spheres hanging beneath the cedar porch next to the pool. I leave them up all year and turn them on in the summer when we have...
Waiting On His Return
Morning light slips quietly through the blinds of my bedroom. It gently encourages me to rise from my cozy place beneath the down feathers, to fight the gravity to which I have succumbed to in the night, and step into the day. The bright morning star floods our room...
Disrespectfully Yours~Stepfamily Tuesday
“I didn’t asked to be born!” shouted my teen, disrespectfully 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...
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