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
"We gather these ghosts and scatter them through the house, October remembrances of a hopeful May, and settle in again to the season of stories."...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
This is a short blog about high hopes. A story of education, agriculture, and how small increments of generosity can yield tremendous harvests in the lives of impoverished families a world away....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
I looked at Him with the horror of my pitiful gift obvious in my face, I couldn’t put it into words but He knew my thoughts and He smiled just a little in great kindness and said again “I’ll tak...Read More
"I wish all eulogies could be so wonderfully real. We're born in the honesty of physical nakedness, I wish we could all die in emotional nakedness, with forgiveness following us on our journeys."...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