That part of my parent's marriage, the part where they made promises to God as well as each other, was the foundation, glue, and strength that united our family together. No matter where each of us ha...Read More
"I love the early September leaves, dry at the tip, just beginning to brown and curl as the apples and pears bend the branches down and make it easier for small hands to grasp the treasure the leave...Read More
Share Aurora by Vernie Lynn DeMille Dawn arrived at 3:45pm with her mother in a 1967 Chevy Impala with wide, white-wall tires. Her hair, the color of wheat straw, was blowing out of the open pa...Read More
Share Loving My Mother by Vernie Lynn DeMille Loving my mother with a mother’s heart I see more clearly The worries and balancing That kept her ever walking The webbed tightrope st...Read More
"Is this call,
To come unto Him,
The invitation to our own
Nativity?
An opportunity for rebirth and
Becoming
A new people,
Keeping a new covenant
And ushering in
A new world."...Read More
"Because feeling weak is just an idea,
Like worry, or fear, or hope.
And ideas can change
The course of history,
And my own mind.
So while I breathe
And while I stand
...Read More
"The name she goes by in each part of our family doesn’t seem to matter much; it is what the name has come to mean that has made all the difference. "...Read More