The old van has been parked up in our woods for years. This spring, when I was feeling hemmed in by too many people, too many events, and no time to write, Mom came up with the brainy idea of making me a writing cabin. She and Dad tore out the seats and the carpet, […]
Too often I am an in-house person: maybe sprawled flat into my desk chair, my head and shoulders smashed comfortably into its padding while I write or pray or read. The chair was given to me as a gift six years ago, and this is what it looks like now. Betcha I have flip flops
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Last Friday afternoon, packed for a quick trip to Indiana with Mom and Dad, I came sheepishly downstairs, lugging a small blue duffel filled with clothes and a bulkier pink backpack filled with necessities. Necessities consisting of three books, my laptop, a spiral bound notebook, three audio books, a small CD player, a magazine, and
When Dad and Mom and I left Wisconsin late Friday night, the minivan was well-fortified with books and audio books, with snacks and blankets and pillows and computers. We carried enough comfort and entertainment supplies between us to last two months instead of two days. Dad took out a couple seats from the back of
Tender words, gentle touch and a good cup of coffee, And someone that loves me and wants me to stay; Hold them near while they’re here and don’t wait for tomorrow, To look back and wish for today. ~Gloria Gaither That song has been running through my mind the last couple of days. I am
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