That was the summer of the accident. Not that none of us have never been in a car accident since, but this was the year of the life changing one. The woman with the “H” was riding with Papa, the rest of us girls following behind. … More A Little Nostalgic
“I’m not watching that stupid little kid movie.” “Well, we are going to see the sequal as a family, so you can either watch this with us, or be totally confused tomorrow when we’re at the theater,” her mom said.“Fine, I’ll watch it.”Her sister was obsessed with the books, and even got them in hardback … More Witches & Wizards
As piles of presents surround the tree, beautiful tree-skirts no longer visible, and everyone anxiously awaits, I’m reminded of a conversation we had just last week. Trying to pay for a wedding, save for a honeymoon, pay off past debts, and not add any to it, we had a conversation about how much we should really been spending and how many presents the kids actually needed. There are so many unopened crafts, robots that have yet to be assembled, and toys we never see being played with. So where is the line between fun and extravagant? Blessed and spoiled? … More Building Christmas
Most of the time they’d meander back and forth down a street or two passing the cars covered with a sheet, wondering what sort of treasure was hiding underneath, and then head home. Other days they’d venture down to the circle drive with the funny name that made them all giggle. … More Bike Rides & Baby Blankets
Afternoons started with her grandmother quietly waiting outside the prefab building where the little girl would spend first, second, and even the fourth year – with a different teacher – of her elementary education. Their walk would ensue with passing across the breezy campus down a decently busy street that ran through their neighborhood. They continued over what was a drainage culvert on one side, but on their side, looking below the bridge was a view with rocks, discarded concrete, and the overgrown foliage produced by the negligence of whatever city worker forgot to trim it back. … More Anatomy of a Baby Blanket: Take Two
There were several memories however, of cold November and December evenings looking up at the stars through a heavy pair of binoculars on top of the hill, gravel beneath her feet. She started learning her constellations but typically had a hard time finding them without a little help. She would wander back down the hill, her tiny hand in her daddy’s large fingers, to the little two-bedroom farm house where her grandmother now lived. … More Christmas Sentiment
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