Author: Brenda
Remember the nursery rhyme where little boys are made of “snips, snails, and puppy-dog tails” while little girls are made of “sugar, spice, and everything nice”? More specifically (and …
My mom recently had thick carpet removed from the spare bedroom, showing the original hardwood floor. Even knowing that the carpet is gone, every time I walk in that …
In life we do the best we can with what we have at the time, and I’m learning to give myself grace, allowing myself to not be what I …
Oh man, there was big drama going on at the post office this morning. I was waiting in the usual Monday morning line when the twenty-something guy in front …
I stand with bated breath as my siblings and I cluster around an old CD boombox I’ve scrounged out of the closet. What we’re about to hear lasts only …
As I walked in the cemetery yesterday (I love its peacefulness, park-like beauty, and paved roads) I decided that I was going to walk the whole outer perimeter first. …
Sometimes it’s easy to believe the illusion. The bench I’m sitting on is surrounded by a quaint, story-book town and in the distance a castle silhouettes the sky. Anything …
I couldn’t resist getting my picture with the old, red outhouse (complete with moon door!) in spite of the potential copperheads. That picture currently sits on my dresser …