I'm a Christian wife and mother of three who homeschools. Although I often seem very cookie cutter and traditional in many ways, my creativity allows me to express a side of me that doesn't have to be bothered with perfection and judgment.
One Killer Writer
Georgina's writing was finally taking off and she was the feature poet at the annual Colorful Creator's Art Festival. Georgina had coveted the opportunity to participate ever since she was just thirteen. Now she had finally made it, and Vince was nowhere to be found.
Even in Death
Andrea paced through the house anxiously, looking for something to do to keep her busy. She had already handled all the important documents, contacted family, and made the funeral arrangements. Now there was the matter of Kevin's belongings. She had planned to save this step for last, but no matter how much she avoided this task, she seemed to be magnetically drawn to the items he had left behind.
You Can Have My Cake And Eat It Too
Angie's slender fingers gripped her fuzzy steering wheel as she swerved through traffic. She was never someone that was considered punctual, but today had to be different. Mama Rudith had called all the daughters and daughters in law to her home for a meeting; being late would be unacceptable.
"Can we talk?" I read his text and sighed. They were just three little words, but I knew that there was more meaning behind them than what I read on the surface. Derrick didn't want to just talk. He wanted me back, and that would mean accepting him and every girl that he would continue to deal with.
There once was a man named Mr. Busy who took great pride in his work. "Don't procrastinate! Don't put off for tomorrow what you can do today!" he would often say in response to anyone who asked hnow he gained his success. For you see, Mr. Busy was a very wealthy businessman and was very dedicated to his wealth and gaining more of it.