Writer, retail manager, loving & quirky wife, lying athlete, enthusiastic reader, skillful cook, doting yaya, wedding officiant, too truthful mom.
I am not funny but at times I can be situationally humorous. (No promises, though.)
My Vocal Race
If I bought a lottery ticket and gave them my numbers I'd have a hope to win or else it's throwing money away, right?
Home was where my parents brought me. Home was full of things they bought me. Home was tears and threats; they mocked me.
East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon
Home is multi-dimensional, Not bound by walls or borders, The location is intentional Built with love and care. * Finding home defeats direction,
Peaches: Past and Present
I have something my grandchildren do not: memories of my grandparents involved in my everyday life. There are many reasons this is so. My grandmother worked at home and church and not for a salary, my grandparents lived ten miles from my home instead of 200+ miles away. These are two of the differences that come to mind.
Will They Whisper If I Wear White?
I have two white skirts and four pairs of white slacks. In addition to those seven pieces I have three white dresses (not counting the wedding dress which was, to be honest, ivory).
Darlene rested her head against the cool and solid refrigerator, her eyes closed as she counted out the longest sixty-three seconds of every day. Those sixty-three seconds it took for the coffee machine to create her personal cup of mommy wake up juice to start the day.
The Vocal Cooks Collaborate
Vocal creators produce many articles that provide food for thought; the Vocal Cooks Collaborate also provides thought for food!
Molly's Monday of Failures
Molly pulled the too-big thrift store sweater over her head and tugged the ends of the sleeves over her numb fingers. The warmth of the pilling wool was slow to reach through the other two layers of her clothing, but she was determined NOT to adjust the thermometer. It would remain set at 62 degrees Fahrenheit all day; she wasn't going to squander money on heat when she could pile on another sweater. Or hat. Or leggings. Or socks.