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Childhood Remembered

I remember Saturdays going to town with him. Town was a six mile trek and riding along with Pawpaw was a treat. I am sure he brought along other of the grandchildren on occasion. But I think he had this way of making each of us feel special so I only remember it being just...

Fences Can Almost Always Be Climbed

Fences line the country roads of my youth. Keeping the animals from escape. Keeping them safe. How many fences do we have in our lives that keep us safe? Sometimes safe does not lead us to our purpose. Safe does not always allow us to grow.  Do you build fences around your heart out of...

Not a Farm Girl

Foothills surround the valleys and farms of my childhood. While farms were a part of my life I was never a farm girl. Even being raised ‘out in the country’ I am unsure I was ever meant to be a country girl. I remember many afternoons sitting on my great grandparents’ porch on their farm....

Please Stop Laughing at Me by Jodee Blanco

Before beginning Please Stop Laughing at Me by Jodee Blanco I knew it would not be an easy read. Blanco’s incredible memoir of her childhood and teenage years as a victim of bullying recounts how it felt to be the outcast as well as the physical and emotional effects she experienced. While I experienced minor...

Mind Games

I’m linking up for the first time at the One Word at a Time blog carnival with Peter Pollock. I’m not sure this will even make sense considering most of what I have written are rambling thoughts from the past day or so.  We play games with ourselves. In our minds at least. Or maybe...