Recently, we were sitting at the round dining table that my brother-in-law made for us. We had just finished eating supper. Son #1 had already finished and was off exploring the world. We heard the sound of chaos coming from the other room, a sound which was soon followed by Ferdinand Magellan hopping into theContinue reading “The Mountain”
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The Ropes
The other day, I saw Son #1 swinging around a rope. It was a rope I had never seen anywhere around our house before. It was so long. It stretched halfway across our living room. My first thought was, “Charity must have bought Son #1 a lasso.” I rolled my eyes. That’s the last thingContinue reading “The Ropes”
The Reading and Writing
The only problem with writing a post every day is sometimes it gets late in the day, and the story I have written gets accidentally deleted, which has happened more times than I care to admit. Sometimes, I don’t know if I’ll have the time to finish it before the clock strikes midnight. There wasContinue reading “The Reading and Writing”
The Sparks
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”
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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