So Sorry!
I’m sorry I don’t have a blog ready this week. Life is in the way again! Please stay tuned – next week begins a new tall tale!
Thank you so much!
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I’m sorry I don’t have a blog ready this week. Life is in the way again! Please stay tuned – next week begins a new tall tale!
Thank you so much!
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I studied my mothers’ hands. Hands that still shone the beauty of youth behind the layers of age. Anyone could see they belonged to a woman who lived life to the fullest. Tiny sunspots dotted her skin and short nails represented a desire for cleanliness and usefulness, ready at a moment’s notice, these hands were….
Hi! I’m sorry my blog is late getting out this week. Life just gets in the way doesn’t it? I received so much positive feedback from the Cammie Orton series I decided to do it again. So, here we go! I hope you enjoy it. Mary Ann The Story of Flint Riggins Part 1…
“Well, look at you!” A voice from the past interrupted my thoughts. “Blonde now, huh? Couldn’t face the gray?” I smiled and put a name to the vaguely familiar voice and face. “Debbie! (name changed to protect the villain) How nice to see you.” I unconsciously brought a hand to my hair. “Yes, easier to…
The pros and woes of the writing life are innumerable. On the one hand, it is, in it’s self, a complete creative outlet. On the other, it is like throwing ones self-confidence into a boxing ring where it gets beat up on a regular basis. All writer’s find themselves routinely out-written no matter how good…
I’m taking time out this week from “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” to honor the reason for the season: a tiny baby born in a cold and undeniably bare bones environment to parents of unbelievable faith. The life of Jesus is the footprint our lives should extend from. Imagine a world where the hungry are…
Remember when every one of us girls wanted to be “Jeanie” for Halloween? If it wasn’t Jeanie, it was a look close to it. Sexy, adorable, alluring. We had flat tummies, trim thighs and firm arms. Everthing was right where it was supposed to be. Weren’t those the days? Now, we’re rushing out the door…