Summer’s Secret
It’s coming.
At least six inches; at least. A snow storm, they say. On it’s way.
Already a gentle whirlwind dons her glittering gown, dances past the window panes. And all she passes sparkles, twinkles with delight.
It’s coming. Yes, I shudder. Let’s get ready.
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Little Treasures
She gave Mommy a tube of light pink lotion with a dark pink rose on it. She can’t read the label, but it’s pretty and smells good and it’s something a mother should have. So it’s just what a little girl should give to her mommy for Christmas….
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Deadline
Deadline presses hard, hard against my mind and thoughts. And so my fingers press harder; harder against the keyboard. Striking words, pushing thoughts, from the inside to the out.
Minutes pass, and hours; the pendulum sways them all away. We pass into the new day together…
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Truth Falls Fresh
She put her forehead to the floor and started to sob. Sobbing like only a preschooler can—for something I’d forgotten you could cry about.
She cried for Jesus….
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In Search of the Peaceful Life
Organization is something that’s never been easy for me. I should say, it’s something that’s never been for me. I go from day to day “reinventing the wheel” so to speak – always trying to discover the best way to keep up with myself and the things I have to accomplish…
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Something for Free
They waited eagerly at the end of the driveway; the music grew nearer. The ice cream truck approached.
“Mom?”
The desperate question rang out toward the house. A shake of the maternal head; not today…
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Pearls in My Sandwich
Today, I’m taking a little stroll down memory lane. I’m thinking about lunch…in the school cafeteria.
I avoided eating around other kids, because I had a secret to protect…
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Walk With Your Hands
If you ever get the chance to hold the hand of a new-to-walking toddler, take it. When you do, you’ll find that walking, at this stage, has little to do with shuffling the feet, and everything to do with grasping the hand…
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A Personal Massage
As I write, I’m delightfully basted in the scent of lemon grass oil; I just got a massage. I’m thankful for the kind woman who spent an hour of her time trying to talk some relaxation into these stubborn, over-tightened muscles of mine. Actually, I’m a little more than thankful. I’m downright…
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Eye-Level Pleasures
I turned around just in time to see him close the toilet lid. Then he stood there, staring silently with satisfaction. Fearing the worst, I quickly picked it back up–to my horror. There they were…
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