written October 19, 2012
I took a few writer's liberties, but mostly this is how it happened. This is how I remember it, anyway.
The Construction of Hope
written October 19, 2012
I wrote this (and two others similar) as preparation for an exercise in watching and writing down just what I observed around me. The very last paragraph I made up, but the rest of the exposition describes a lady that sat across the room from me when I had jury duty a while ago. The teacher in the story was obviously the judge in real life, but I changed it to fit with the closing paragraph. I didn't submit this to my teacher for evaluation, so if there's a glaring lack of anything, that's why.
This story was written for an assignment. My teacher at the time did not like the fact that I included two adults who offered encouragement. She also didn't like my use of instruments instead of just regular people. When I wrote it, I imagined an entire series, cutely illustrated, with these instrument-people who go through struggles and fears just like real people.
David Drum and the New Baby
written November 2, 2011
The following story was inspired by stuffed bears my sister and I had growing up. I named my bear Sarah, after my best friend from 3rd grade, and my sister named hers Tina after the daughter of the lady who gave us the bears. Kellie was my nickname as a child, and Corrie was my sister's. Our brother was nicknamed Mike. He's not in this story, but he does make an appearance in other adventures of Tina and Sarah.
The Adventures of Tina and Sarah:
Exploring the Bathroom
written September 26, 2011
The following is a story I wrote for my son. So much out there is not appropriate for little boys, so I signed up for a writing course. My goal in writing is not to get published and make lots of money (although if that happens, how could I say no?). My hope is that my son, and other little boys, can have something wholesome to read. And he told me I should have the color words in the color they are, so...enjoy!
Boys Don't Like Pink
written April 12, 2012
Our Loss – Heavens Gain
In loving memory of my grandmother, Minnie Owens, 2001
When our loved ones depart this life,
They have eluded all of Earth’s strife
And angels take them to Heaven above
Where they are at peace, at peace like a dove.
Of course, we will all be sad,
But we should really be glad.
They have moved on to a better place –
Wonderful Heaven – filled with God’s grace.
It is our loss – but it’s Heaven’s gain.
Our loved ones will have no more pain.
In Heaven they will with the angels sing
And to the Lord honor and glory bring.
Who am I, you ask?
In 2006 I had a stroke, and every day my husband encourages me to use my remaining brain cells to the best of my ability. I love to organize, make crafts, and go on adventures (safe ones). I hope that through my blog posts, you will be encouraged to accept and make the best of challenges God throws at your life.