My dad often gives me tidbits of wisdom, and I usually write them down somewhere so I have them always. During our phone call a couple of weeks ago, he dropped another one in my lap. We talked about many things, and I don’t specifically remember why he brought this

On Facebook, a post is going around asking people to show the books that have influenced them the most. For me, it’s a no brainer. The Bible, also known as the Word of God. I’ve read it multiple times and continue to read it daily. A distant second is not

I feel like I’m living in the land of I Don’t Know. For months, it’s been almost impossible to make plans. Is something we wanted to attend going to occur? We don’t know. When will you know? We don’t know. This week was supposed to be the West Texas Writers

Precious memories, how they linger… Hubby and I have been cleaning out our garage. Since we’re home a lot, it seemed like a good time to do it. Tucked away in the corner were boxes and boxes of slides, movies, memory boxes, and books, all waiting to see the light

I don’t claim to be a poet, but sometimes, the story must be told in a poem. I wrote one for a contest, and I’m sharing it with you. It’s based on the real-life event that happened to my great-grandparents. I hope you’ll enjoy my poem. Tornado Alley Mary and

Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others. Philippians 2:4 I HATE being sick. All my life, I’ve been blessed with good health, and I thank God for that everyday. Colds, flu, one bout with strep, and the occasional

As I’ve said before, I spent years journaling. This Mother’s Day, I took out my journals written when my children were very young and reread parts of them. The amazing thing of journaling is the recording of little events that get lost in the cracks of the road of life.