The Blanket
The jet engine hummed and I shifted in my seat, trying to make myself as small as possible. Why did I always get a middle seat on these trips? Cold air from the vent above
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The jet engine hummed and I shifted in my seat, trying to make myself as small as possible. Why did I always get a middle seat on these trips? Cold air from the vent above
I needed a break from the emotional aftermath of my writing today, so I decided to relax with a light movie. I stretched out on
Traveling across the country with your daughter and three small kids is like going to the circus. You sit in your seat, holding your breath,
July 30 was coming up. It was often at the edges of my mind and this morning it seemed to want to demand center stage.
I made my way around the kitchen this morning with a dark cloud in my head and a rock in my chest. These two unwanted
“Finally!” I plunk my chair down onto the sand and fall into it, trying to catch my breath. The short walk to the beach felt
I sit on my recliner chair in the little room, with one daughter lying on the hospital bed, hooked up to wires and machines and
Summertime must be coming to a close. Carinda has pulled up all the tomato cages and taken down the wire cucumber fence. With Andrew’s help,
I just realized today that the two Amorite kings of Bible times and I have something in common. I have also long been suspicious of
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