"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
I picked up my fork and went to work beside him on the hillside, blood and sweat mingling under the Midwestern sun. He smiled at me and threw another thistle. “Farms and people need caretakers,” ...Read More
Like my mother I placed my hand against the cold, dark granite, and I felt in my heart the truth that came out of my mouth that day: “Your life was not a waste; your death was not pointless. I’m...Read More
Share Gestation by Vernie Lynn DeMille Restraint, And not excess, Is truer power Than all the letting go Of our tongues, Our outrage, Our ire, and Our anger Which throws the reins Of our self...Read More
ShareLittle Ethel: A Christmas Story of Faith and Family (From the book “Walking My Father’s Fields: Love Letters from a Daughter of the Land” by Vernie Lynn DeMille) Princi...Read More
To color his barrier to success and wealth With the threat of death.
To throw down his worst and call it my best. To claim equal if I Step down where he stands. Beneath me where he lives, Outside of...Read More