Remember that story about me mowing the ditch next to the busy road, and the military recruiter stopped by to “bring me a drink?” Well, I can’t remember how many times I mowed that ditch. At least once a week during the summer. It’s so steep my feet were almost at a ninety-degree angle walkingContinue reading “The Sparks”
Tag Archives: Joy
The Pickles
Charity canned some cucumbers today. Our prayer is that they will turn into pickles. She’s canned them for the past four years with her sister-in-law. Growing up, we always had homemade pickles. Grandma made them every year and stored them in the basement. There’s something about going to the basement and smelling the oil andContinue reading “The Pickles”
The Height
To anyone who may not know, I’m tall. I’m not 7’6”, but I’m less than a foot away from that. Eight inches, to be exact. I wish I had a dollar for every time someone asked me how tall I was. I would be a millionaire. The most popular questions/statements and the responses to themContinue reading “The Height”
The Coffee
I was two years old when I had my first taste of coffee. The same goes for my brother. However, we didn’t know this until we were much older. Somehow, somewhere, I started drinking coffee. We thought it had always been that way. I had been drinking it since before I can remember. Mom andContinue reading “The Coffee”
Writing Every Day
You might have noticed that I’ve been posting a story here every day. Maybe you didn’t. But if you did, and you are tired of it, I’m sorry. But I must persist. I was encouraged at the end of last year to do something that I’d wanted to do but never had. And that wasContinue reading “Writing Every Day”
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