In seventh grade Cole was starting to get the attention of a lot of girls. Most of his friends were girls and most of them ‘liked’ him. There was an agreement among these ladies that in order to stay friends, none of them were allowed to actually be his girlfriend. *Gemma broke from the herdContinue reading “Middle School Break-up: Part 2”
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Sunday Stories
*A student asked me for a Halloween story this week. Unfortunately, I didn’t have one at the time. But it got me thinking… The Art of Negotiation “34! I have 34.” Sarah looked at her sister’s pile of candy. “How many do you have?” Andi finished counting then answered. “37.” Andi tried to hide it,Continue reading “Sunday Stories”
Sunday Stories
*This is a whimsical tale inspired by my foster kittens. Enjoy! . . The sleek black kitten waited in silence. “Shhh,” his eyes tell me. “There is a monster under the door.” Laying on his side he holds his breath, a statue lying in wait. A paw eases out, slipping under the door. A temptationContinue reading “Sunday Stories”
Middle School Break-up
My son’s first girlfriend broke up with him over group text. In typical sixth grade fashion she told him, “I have something to tell you, but I don’t want to because it will make you mad.” . . . This was their text conversation (spelling and punctuation edited for clarity): Her: I need to tellContinue reading “Middle School Break-up”
Sunday Stories
Detention! If only I hadn’t kicked him in the balls! No, literally, in the balls. Jacob, the jerk from gym class, was dancing around, holding two basketballs to his chest, teasing me just because I developed a little sooner than everyone else. If only I hadn’t kicked those balls. It was funny, the balls hadContinue reading “Sunday Stories”
The Request
Four years ago: My husband and I walked through the front door smiling as we chatted. We had just returned from a “date night”. My daughter, Hannah who was twelve at the time, must have been watching for us. She flew down the stairs and threw herself into her father’s arms, sobbing. I love myContinue reading “The Request”
Take My Breath Away: Part 2
Father and Son Colton Browning easily lifted his father from the bed and settled him gently in a wheelchair. It surprised him every time, how little his father weighed. As a child Colton had seen the man as being bigger than life. To his eyes, his dad had been the strongest person there was, capableContinue reading “Take My Breath Away: Part 2”
Guns!?
At the end of summer, before school began, my 19-year-old took her two siblings camping. It was to be my three kids and a few of their older sister’s friends. I have known these friends for many years and they are good kids. The day of the trip my daughter approached me to ask ifContinue reading “Guns!?”
Take My Breath Away: Part 1
Part One “Hey Cal, Mr. Jacobs pulled his mask again.” “Again?” Callie blew out an exasperated breath. “Can you take care of it? I have to get this report done.” “Sorry, I’m a nurse, that’s the job of an RT. I wouldn’t want to step on your toes or anything.” Callie rolled her eyes “I’llContinue reading “Take My Breath Away: Part 1”
I forgot
Me vs. My memory I want to watch TV. My memory says, sure why not? I want to read my book. My memory can’t think why I shouldn’t. I want to go to bed. My memory says, yes, let’s go to bed. Things I forgot yesterday: To take my son to soccer practice To takeContinue reading “I forgot”