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via Daily Prompt: Imagination "Imagine that your standing in the middle of a field," I tell the children that curl their tiny bodies around me and each other. "The sun is shining on the wheat stalks that wave in the cool breeze, and the hum of crickets sound in your ears. Your dog is walking... Continue Reading →


I am hidden. I am standing right in front of you in the supermarket; a smiling, healthy looking child, and you probably smile automatically or, more likely, don't even give me a second glance. I am standing a little too close to my mother, always. Loud noises make me jump, and, when my parents aren't... Continue Reading →

A Day on the Farm

You wake up to the smell of sausage and eggs, and run downstairs to enjoy breakfast. Your dad has been up for a while, and the milk bucket is steaming on the floor. After breakfast you head outside to do the morning chores as your youngest sister clears the table and your dad reads the... Continue Reading →

The Walk

The first walk was hard. There was snow on the ground, my boots weren't insulated, I wasn't sure how far we had gone, and my nose was running (which was more than I could say for the rest of me). The second walk was a little better; I had better boots, a Fitbit, and a... Continue Reading →


It is the nuanced things in life that make it (life) so special. The little moments, that, in and of themselves aren't all that important, yet somehow make a huge difference. When a friend takes the time to remember the little things about your personal life, and acts on them, it makes you sit back... Continue Reading →


Look up! No, not at the rooftop, higher! Tilt your head all the way back, and gaze at the sky. How long has it been since you actually looked at the sky? It's usually some shade of blue, but it's never the same. It changes its color with the seasons, the time of the day,... Continue Reading →

Armchair Adventurist

Frances Hodgson Burnett's "The Secret Garden," Tolkien's "The Hobbit," and Richard Adams' "Watership Down" were the books that I loved as a child, and I have read them over and over until I know them by heart, yet in some way they always surprise me with new revelations that make me love them even more.... Continue Reading →

The Necktie

  He was nervously standing before the mirror, tugging at his necktie. His hands, which could hoe a field, work magic on an unwilling motor, and smooth tears from a child's eyes, were too clumsy and big for this task. I stood behind him and off to the side where he couldn't see me in... Continue Reading →


  My Pap was a man who would 'ruminate' out loud, remembering the 'good old days' and all the adventures and hardships that they provided. His eyes would twinkle as he told of the pranks he would play on the neighbors, the pretty girls he knew in the Marines, how he had found the farm... Continue Reading →

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