To the Farm Mama Who is Worried This Christmas
Under the warm glow of Christmas, papers cover your worn dining table. Not the festive wrapping paper and all the…
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Under the warm glow of Christmas, papers cover your worn dining table. Not the festive wrapping paper and all the…
Continue ReadingLike the last leaves of fall on a windy day, the fall of 2015 disappeared in an instant. Life with…
Continue ReadingThe year was about 1905, as she recalled. A starry eyed red head sat quietly in the shadows to listen…
Continue ReadingI see you. I know you stand at the kitchen sink as the moon rises and strain your neck to…
Continue ReadingIn the heart of Nebraska, the sun shines brightly on the glorious days of fall. In the early days of…
Continue ReadingThe sunrise was glorious this morning. I should know. I sat in my recliner, facing east as it rose after…
Continue ReadingThe tired woman in the mirror still has a sparkle in her eye. The post-partum hormones haven’t managed to touch…
Continue ReadingNear the small community of Weissert, and across the road from our ranch, sits the tiny country plot of land…
Continue ReadingThere she is, that woman I adored. She was known by many names. I just knew her as “Great-Gramma." She…
Continue ReadingWith a zest for life, and most expressive eyes, a heart of gold and a laugh that comes from deep…
Continue ReadingI have started this declaration a dozen times in recent weeks. I have sat at this computer, riddled with guilt…
Continue ReadingMarch of 2006 began as the most joyful of our married life. As I donned my pink and blue long…
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