Randomness

Feet tapping, tapping, tapping. Shuffle, shuffle forward, shuffle backward, cross the ankles, uncross the ankles then tap, tap, shuffle forward, […]

Pt. 4 The next ten days of Betsy’s Christmas Break were spent doing little other than cooking, baking, and delivering.

Pt. 3 That evening, tucked snugly into the single bed in her father’s old bedroom, Betsy’s mind traveled through the

“Yeast? I don’t know what that is,” Betsy knit her brow. She’d finally figured out the tablespoon, the teaspoon, a

The Story of Betsy and Grandma Graham Betsy Graham stood in the foyer of her grandmother’s home. She clutched her

I’m sorry I don’t have a blog ready this week. Life is in the way again! Please stay tuned –