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Wearing her pink and green pajama pants and an overcoat, she scuffs through the kitchen into the garage. Kicks off her fuzzy slippers and pushes her feet into dirty garden shoes; balancing one foot at a time while holding her camera inside a plastic grocery bag. “What...
We hang the bluebird feeder from the geranium hook on the porch. Fill it with yummies--crumbled suet, freeze-dried-berry-flavored mealworms (I actually scoop them with my bare hand), a few softened raisins, and a handful of blueberries. I don't know if they like...
I glance out the window and gasp. "Grace, come quick! Run! Hurry!" When her lead foot lands on vinyl, I hiss at her. "Shhhh! Stop! Slow down! "G-ma's lost it now." I'm sure that's what she's thinking as the other foot freezes midair. She tiptoes to my side. We stand...
They found the lump in August. By September she was bald. The wall of her chest, I mean. Cut clean from the cancer, but also dismembered from her femininity. And the healing was long and slow. Most of the scars, they still ache, when she thinks of it all. Thinking...
“…it is good for the heart to be strengthened by grace…” Hebrews 13:9 (ESV)...
He nibbles graham crackers on the couch, sticky crumbs and a slice of lunch...
I'm a summertime gal. Bring on the sun, the heat, the sweat. Let me rock on...
I met a girlfriend for coffee in the middle of the week, snatched an hour...
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