Based on a true story… sort of. As Emery sat in her bed contemplating the unfairness of broken bones, her father walked in with a steaming mug.  “How’s my patient?” he asked, handing her the mug. She sniffed it, then took a sip. Hot chocolate– the good kind. With...

“Why don’t we just wait until mom gets back from the store?” Emery asked, staring at her father with her eyebrows raised. “I am positive that it will be easier if we wait for her to get back.” Her father finished tying his apron around his waist and looked...

As I mentioned in a previous post, we went on vacation recently. I also mentioned that I planned to get a whole lot of writing done on that trip. This post will tell y’all all about that. So, before we left on our trip I actually had a bad...

Based off of Esther chapter seven. “My Queen,” asked Xerxes, “what is it? What is your request—anything; even up to half of my kingdom is yours, if you ask for it. Anything.” Xerxes sipped his wine, leaning back on his pillow comfortably.  Haman sniffed from his seat, watching us...

Do you see a story in this collage?...

“How much longer?” Emery asked for the fifteenth time. Mom looked at her in the mirror.  “Soon,” she said with a smile.  Emery bounced in her seat with joyous anticipation. After nine years of living in small-town Indiana, nine years of wondering, she was finally going to see the...

I stand on the edge of the high, high cliff Facing the crashing waves and waters below. The water reaches for me,  But it will not touch me, For it is unable. I look down at my feet and shudder For the way down is so, so far. And...

“Matthew,” Mom said, walking into my bedroom one day. Behind her stood my dad and my sister Lucy. They all wore shy, excited smiles. Lucy had her hands clasped and she kept discreetly wiping her eyes and sniffing.   “What’s going on?” I asked, standing up.  “We…” Mom paused...

The quarantine started the week before my birthday, last March. It was a blow, because suddenly everything was shut down and I couldn’t go anywhere. I had planned on going on a girl’s date with my mom, to go to a coffeeshop somewhere and just have fun. I hadn’t...

It’s funny. When I am doing things like cleaning the living room and washing dishes and doing math homework, I get a lot of ideas about what to blog about. I’ll see a book I enjoyed lying on the shelf, pick it up and think fondly, “I could write...