replanted when uprooted

replanted when uprooted

I am not a great gardener, definitely the farthest thing from a plant whisperer. In fact, I used to jokingly state that I had brown thumbs and plants cried out to escape the deathtrap that was my home. A few years ago I was given some houseplants. Determined to keep...
giving god your dreams

giving god your dreams

It was my first miscarriage.  We had been helping out at a summer camp and were hours away from home.  I ended up losing our baby in a strange hospital without any friends or family (other than Bill). The wounds were raw.  It took a long time for me to...
VISITING THE ER

VISITING THE ER

If you’ve ever been to an Emergency Room, then you have a good idea of what I am about to say. It was a horrible situation. It started on Friday night right after my shift at the Amish Village. I walked into the living room with the hope of kicking off my shoes,...