Grandpa's footsteps shuffled into the spare bedroom I was sleeping. His house was stout and was constructed of thick wood beams, complete with an old-fashioned porch swing. Grandpa probably built the house with his own hands as a wedding present for grandma. I didn't raise my head from the early morning covers, which shielded me… Continue reading Embrace Your Life
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The Small Farm
I loved early Saturday mornings. Homework only took fifteen minutes the night before and I pretended the weekend was a miniature vacation. Our house faced southwest and the sun would pour brightly through our old wooden framed windows. I would lie belly down on the living room floor and watch cartoons. Mom would make biscuits… Continue reading The Small Farm