Living in the Middle

The silhouette of my tiny granddaughter, Aria, toddling down the hallway left a permanent stamp in my head. The Fourth of July, she wore her stars and stripes dress. Her hair, just long enough for a two inch ponytail, bobbed up and down. And with one of her feet turning slightly inward, her trot down […]

A Daisy of a Whisper

Mama’s gone. Shouldn’t I see heaven open or angels kiss her cheek? The room felt the same. I brushed the back of my hand across her face. Cold. Her hands? Still warm. A single ache arose. “Mama…” Long illnesses take their toll. Weariness numbs. The hospice nurse arrived to declare Mother dead, and the funeral […]

He Did Not Leave Us Orphans

I snuggled closer into Great Granny Adams’ ample bosom, the smell of her body powder tickling my nose. My gaze searched the church sanctuary. So big. Mama’s coppery hair glistened just above the piano lid. I leaned toward Granny Kirksey, my hand swiping the polished dark wood of the pew, and wiggled to her outstretched arms. […]

When Life Happens

What to do when things seem to happen and all at once? We moved our son into his apartment on Wednesday three weeks ago.   Shop. Organize. Plan. Crash course in life.   Following this, our family celebrated my husband’s birthday. A huge group, including my mother, gathered and made sweet, happy memories in our home. […]

I Can’t Get It Right

  “I told you! Clean this room. I’m going to have an aneurism for heaven’s sake!” God, they never listen. I don’t mean to yell all the time, but they won’t change. No matter the reward system—no matter the work of instilling pride in them for what they own and how to take care of […]

Brave, Foolhardy, or Faith?

My son, seventeen and looking more like man than boy, swerved the family passenger van into Taco Bell’s drive-thru. As the van idled, he glanced down at his Civil Air Patrol uniform and with pride relished his promotion; he’d lead the young band of brothers from now on. The cars ahead of him disappeared around […]

I’m Hiding

Been looking for me? Just like Gideon, I’ve been hiding out. My enemies are enormous and devouring. Those who hear the whispers of God know that when we follow the Lord’s directives, we often have a target pasted on our foreheads. This morning God whispers to me; “Cease your struggle, Ann.” You see, I’ve been […]

Signed with Diana L. Flegal, Hartline Literary Agency

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