A Gift of Love I’ll Never Forget
This is for you, Grandma,” Ruthie said, handing me a little boot ornament. “I made it myself. It got broke,…
This is for you, Grandma,” Ruthie said, handing me a little boot ornament. “I made it myself. It got broke,…
We were almost there. It had been a while since we saw the whole family. With my writing assignments and…
(Five minute Friday. Linking with Lisa Jo Baker. Prompt: Worship) God, it’s me, your daughter. And I have a confession to…
I’ve spent a lot of my life in the in-between. I should have a Master’s degree in waiting. My sister…
Time for Five minute Friday, linking with Lisa Jo Baker. Write for five minutes. Post without editing. Prompt: Belong We…
This post is my entry in the "Writing Contest: You Are A Writer" held by Positive Writer. We were so excited.…
They had to be wrong. People were always telling me how unsafe it was in Chicago. Here I was, my…
It wasn't about the lettuce. It started out like any other day. I worked in a small National Tea Grocery…
Time for Five minute Friday, linking with Lisa Jo Baker. Write for five minutes. Post without editing. Word: rhythm I…
It was September 1982 when my sister, Peggy Gollias Dianovsky disappeared never to be seen again. She was the…