Pick a classmate’s name out of a bowl, keep it a secret, sneak nice notes or small treats into their desk, share a present at the school Christmas party and reveal your identity. Sounds simple, right? Read more
When our eyes connect the electricity takes my breath away. We belong together; no doubt about it. Read more
Hard, butterscotch candy tried to end me.
“Never eat these unless you ask first,” Mom warned.
Immediately, those golden pieces of heaven with matching cellophane called my name. Read more
This is an excerpt from an article that I will post next week. This has been modified for my 300-word writing group. The required words are highlighted in bold text.
I haven’t moved a muscle in 8 minutes. I’m focusing on my ragged breathing, trying to calm the horrible wheezing this bronchitis has caused. I’m not often ill. I rarely contract a cold and haven’t had the flu in decades. I consider this illness an inconvenience rather than an occasion for suffering.
“…who knows whether you have come to the Kingdom for such a time as this?” Esther 4:14
A shudder slides down my spine as I sit on a polished wood pew. The organist is playing too loudly as the lector recites a list of names. The named are people who have died during the past year. It’s November 2, the annual All Souls Day remembrance at St. Patrick’s Catholic Church. Read more
My mom’s devotion to Jesus was awe inspiring. I know she is now with him because he personally told her she would be.
Mom has been my confidant, teacher, biggest cheerleader. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. The best cook and domestic goddess. She had style, class – she was Jackie O, Liz Taylor, Paula Dean and Martha Stewart all rolled into one. Read more