Object Writing: Glimmer

Object Writing: Glimmer

The early morning dew clung to the grass. The sun had barely risen when I dragged myself yawning into the cab of the old Ford truck. My dad climbed behind the steering wheel and put the truck in reverse. We backed slowly out of our driveway then turned onto the little two-lane highway. After only a short distance, we turned right onto the gravel path leading to our small farm. All grew quiet as my dad pulled into the barnyard…

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Two Reunions and One Affair

Two Reunions and One Affair

Blessings from Acorn Hill This book actually includes two books from the Grace Chapel Inn series – Slices of Life and The Way We Were. In Slices of Life, the Howard sisters – owners of Grace Chapel Inn – and the residents of the fictional Acorn Hill, Pennsylvania, prepare for an all-county school reunion. Along with the challenges that arise during the planning of the reunion, the sisters are also faced with helping their Inn guests who have brought problems…

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What I’m Reading – July 2016

What I’m Reading – July 2016

When I was in elementary school (about 3rd grade, if my memory is correct), our class would participate in the annual school spirit week. Each day, we were required to dress up for a different theme. I can recall some of the days over the years being Career Day, Camo Day (I grew up in the South, ya’ll…), Mismatch Day, and always ending with Blue and Gold Day (our school colors). This particular day, they asked that everyone dress up…

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Object Writing: Sideshow

Object Writing: Sideshow

I boarded the blue and white school activity bus on that bright, sunny morning glowing with anticipation. I held tightly to my mom’s hand as I climbed the large steps – much too tall for my 6 year old frame – and settled into my seat beside the window. The old bus sat in the parking lot of the elementary school, it’s engine groaning with age and use. Once we and our parent chaperones were all settled into our pillowy,…

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Ode to Summer

Ode to Summer

June night Soft moonlight Catching fireflies Light in our eyes Fourth of July Spirits high Fireworks light A darkened sky August days Ocean waves Cares away Summer haze A day spent care-free on the beach The sound of slamming front porch screens Sipping lemonade under the shade of a tree Running barefoot wild and free The heat of the day beading on skin Standing with a rod waiting to reel in Family reunions bringing back kin Yes summer’s here again

What I’m Reading – June 2016

What I’m Reading – June 2016

I have several vivid memories from my childhood, but one that really sticks out occurred when I was five years old. I can recall being in my kindergarten classroom at nap time. I wasn’t a napper (still not), so I would typically lie on my mat and stare at random things around the room, usually the clock. (True, I couldn’t actually read the time at that point, but I knew what it was supposed to look like when nap time…

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A New Winter Day

A New Winter Day

The sun rises on freshly fallen snow As a new winter day begins The air is crisp, cool, and still Welcoming the daylight in The land transformed into a world of white Awakens to the dawn A farmer emerges from his home Shaking away a sleepy yawn He pauses for a moment to take in the scene This place of glorious white The fields covered by a blanket of snow Falling softly in the night In the east comes the…

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Object Writing: Straw

Object Writing: Straw

My cousin and I made our way down the muddy path to the large wooden barn. The gray skies were threatening us with more rain. We made it into the dimly lit space just as large drops began to fall in earnest creating an almost deafening roar on the old tin roof. It was spring. The rains were turning the brown fields around us into a luscious green. Inside, the barn was warm and dry. Stacked against one wall reaching…

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Object Writing: Spring

Object Writing: Spring

I had been scrubbed until my skin burned. My hair had been painstakingly curled to perfection and adorned with a pink bow. A new dress adorned me along with my dress shoes and lace-trimmed socks. It was Easter Sunday. My family and I had already been awake for several hours. We had risen before the sun to attend our church’s sunrise service. I had fairly leaped out of bed that morning overcome with excitement to see what goodies the Easter…

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Object Writing: Screen, Cucumber, Blame

Object Writing: Screen, Cucumber, Blame

Screen The hot summer air poured into the tiny kitchen nearly stifling its occupants. The door was open, but what little breeze there was coming through the screen did little to bring relief from the heat. I sat in a corner, nestled between cabinets working the handle of the churn. Soon, we would enjoy the fruits of our labor. Later, we would taste the creamy butter combined with the sweet juicy corn straight off the cob. My hands and arms…

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