Flights of Fancy: Short Stories and Childhood Tales
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My First Friend
Childhood friendships don’t always last forever, but the memories of these friendships often do. Some memories leave an indelible mark upon the pages of our lives. They help shape the person we are to become. Little images of my childhood… Continue reading
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Libby Lizard's Fabulous Adventure: Chapter Two-The Journey Begins
Libby’s Journey Begins Continue reading
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Libby Lizard's Fabulous Adventure: Chapter One-Far From Home
Libby, short for Olivia Beatrice Lizard (pronounced Lee-Zard), shivered in the morning air. She scampered from her hiding place in the leaves looking for the perfect place to get warm. It was the time of year in which the sun… Continue reading
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Waxing Nostalgic
I believe many memories are established in the heart because of time spent together. Spend time with your children, your grandchildren, parents and grandparents. And if you have them, your great-grandparents. And to our older generation I say, “You matter!”… Continue reading
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Bread Pudding, Babies, and Family (Recipe Included)
Vanilla and cinnamon mixed with the aroma of baking bread filled the air and propelled me through time into the memories of my childhood. Scientist tell us there are certain sounds, smells, and tastes that act as a trigger upon… Continue reading
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The Weight of Love
Have you ever felt as though you had no safe place to dwell? Have you been surrounded by fear and darkness while you searched for the light? You may feel unloved and unwanted. But I tell you-JESUS LOVES YOU! His… Continue reading
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Gators and Nightgowns
Sometimes, when we are very young, the greatest adventures can be found in our own front yard. Continue reading
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The Running From the Bulls
We placed our feet firmly upon the bottom rail of the cross fence and looked with trepidation across the pasture. The bull eyed us from his domain. But he was between us and our goal. Continue reading
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Up in Smoke
The boys glanced furtively around as they gathered their supplies: corn silk, a wild muscadine leaf, and a match. With this they were set. Buck pocketed his portion of supplies and turned towards the old smokehouse. “We can’t go in… Continue reading
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