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One by one, I pull out the items I’ve collected through the day. I know that if these pockets of mine could speak, they’d sure have a lot to say. I’ve found a little girl’s comb, a safety pin, and the picture someone drew, making me grin. There’s a rubber band, a paper airplane, and…
This is the story I was told: A young man had made some poor choices. He was at the end of his rope and knew he had failed himself, his parents, and the commitment he made to his God years before. Sure, he’d had good intentions and he had been sincere. Life happened; he made…
Our kids had their own ideas of how to run a household. The main idea seemed to be that they should have plenty of fun and little work to do. It was always somebody else’s turn to do a job or a chore, and just like their father, some of them would have made some…
Maintenance The Artist and Her Studio I had one of those rare days when I could sit back and look at my clean, organized house – my studio. (For all of about 15 minutes, of course). I rather liked the way it looked, and I sat back and inhaled the quiet – while it lasted,…
I remember those days when my world was spinning out of control. Oh, how I remember those days! I learned a few things (the hard way). Those older women telling me, “Enjoy them now because they grow up so fast!” were not encouraging to me on those I-am-so-weary days. What helped me most was the time my…
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