I was born seventy three years ago in Owensboro Kentucky - a pretty little city perched along the Ohio River. I am a wife, mother, and grandmother and I have a rich heritage in memories from which to draw. I recently began blogging true stories and incidents that have occurred in my life. I am now writing some stories of pure fiction glazed with truth. My desire is to gratify the reader and glorify my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The Lord gifted me with humor and I enjoy passing it along.
“My chains are gone, I’ve been set free. My God, my Savior has ransomed me. And like a flood His mercy rains unending love, amazing grace…” the words to the song “My Chains Are Gone” by Chris Tomlin. Chains are real,…
Oh my goodness, this day is beautiful. It has been a busy morning trying to catch up on my jewelry making and getting lunch; today, it was actually dinner, a big country dinner. Our turnips are in and with a…
The colored bits of glass, stones and metal are strewn across the work table before me. I stir them with a searching finger. This is not an aimless pursuit, but one of waiting for the colors, texture, and my imaginings…
[Editor’s note: we offer the following as a pick-me-up for the possible let-down after the passing of a holiday and for the uplifting of those who had a hard day instead of a pleasant one, and for the reminder of what…
(from: LESSONS LEARNED) Oh! I was jousted from a short nap. A bird was loudly singing in my back yard; I sat up quickly bumping my head on the flower basket that hung low over my head. “What had I…