FMF: And Words Fill Another Page

FMF: And Words Fill Another Page

The piles take over. The books stack up. The scrapbooks stay on the shelf, unfinished. The sewing machine waits to feel the love of hands on fabric again. Notebooks sit on the writing table, empty or half-used. Words hang on the edge, ready to be strung together and...
Looking Back on the Camp Days

Looking Back on the Camp Days

empty stables on the right where the horses lived and I visited every afternoon to groom, to feed, to ride even if I had to sit sideways the edge of the woods on the left by the parking lot, still gravel, and the main building we used to call the “dining...
Five Minute Friday: She Grew

Five Minute Friday: She Grew

She used to not take naps in preschool. She got her name put on the board for talking in kindergarten. She didn’t want to miss anything. Slowing down was for the night. But she didn’t like to talk with strangers. She was afraid of the unfamiliar, of leaving comfort...