by Diane W. Bailey | Nov 11, 2013 | Uncategorized
We are putting in an orchard in the upper field. We pull together, JB and I, as one, as a team, each one doing their part. My part was to get lumber to build trellises and arbors for some of the fruit to grow. JB hooked the trailer to our White Ford...
by Diane W. Bailey | Nov 8, 2013 | Uncategorized
Last night, sitting on the couch with needle and lace in hand, I was hand-sewing a baby dress for a friend while listening to Billy Graham’s last talk – how true he has stayed to the one message God called him to preach. “The Cross is offensive,” he said, “it...
by Diane W. Bailey | Nov 4, 2013 | Uncategorized
There are times in the life of every artist, when the art is labored, and the gratification is lacking luster; and, you wonder if you will ever produce anything of value again. Words that once flowed like breath now fall like bricks. Night-fall is near,...
by Diane W. Bailey | Nov 1, 2013 | Uncategorized
Quietly I make my way to the couch, sinking deep into its soft cushions. Pulling my feet up and behind me, I drag the old quilt over my legs, and I sip on coffee black as the night. This is my thinking time, my time to wrestle through all of the thoughts that run...
by Diane W. Bailey | Oct 22, 2013 | Uncategorized
We are a family with a history, some wonderful and some not so wonderful. We are a stepfamily trying to become a real family. Sometimes I can identify with Pinocchio wanting to be a real live boy, because I want – we want, to be a real live family. Sometimes we do...