It’s a bright, sunny day here in the Pacific Northwest, and I have an hour before I have to pick up my kids from school. I promised myself that I would clean my perpetually messy house during this hour of solitude. But God had other plans.Continue reading Borrowed Children
I wrote this one day in 2016 while missing my teen-hood friends and all the carefree years we had before adulthood took over.
I remember my first friend in kindergarten, Kelly Veach. I also remember my first crush at five years old, Scotty.
I remember once at Six Flags, waiting in a line for 45 minutes or so. I was about 14 years old, and there was a boy named Carry that my cousin and I were flirting with.continue reading