And so, she writes …
From the Heart Voice … to express thoughts with words. She had a voice. She prayed every morning before her feet found their way out from underneath the covers. “Please…
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Now I lay me down to sleep?
From the Heart Oh, Brother Sleep, where art thou? Hello darkness my new friend, I’ve come to talk to you again. A few years ago, I realized what my older…
Better than my dreams
From the Heart As I close my eyes at night, I am often reminded that my reality is far better than any dream I could ever dream. I am living…
It’s been quite a week
From the Heart I am a woman of strength because of my faith. I am a strong woman because of my journey. The blend of both has made me the…
Oh Christmas tree, oh perfect tree
From the Heart “Honey, I’m home.” Chuck walked in the back door on Saturday night after keeping the scoreboard for another three games of state championship football. Candles were lit….
A Hallmark story in the making
From the Heart It’s Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving. Chuck is tucked away near the ceiling of Lucas Oil Stadium, keeping the scoreboard for the Indiana State Football Championships….
Broken into kindness
From the Heart It was the late 80s and a little boy named Jonathan Stevens lived next door to my mom and dad. My dad would often wear cardigans. One…
Mama said there would be days like this
From the Heart “Janet and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.” So I borrowed the title from a children’s book first published in 1972. The title character was…
The seasoning of life
From the Heart “In my humble opinion.” Whenever I say that, my husband gets a smile on his face. I know what he is thinking. Humble? Well, in my opinion….
It’s a WIN for grandparents!
From the Heart Neither rain nor snow nor sleet nor the hardness of the bleachers shall keep grandparents from watching their grandchild perform in an event or play in a…