My Daddy always had a garden when I was growing up. It started off as a small garden but over the years he expanded it down towards the woods by our house. It eventually became two large gardens that intersected one another. Every spring and fall he would pull out his old Snapper walk behind …
Threadbare
When I was a little girl, I had a yellow blanket that I slept with every night. The blanket had, at one time, been a heated blanket because there were little pockets where the elements must have been. It had one of those satin ribbon edges and I absolutely loved rubbing the satin edge on …
When The World Stands Still
Throughout life, we are presented with many moments that define us. These moments can be good ones that take our breath away at the mere remembrance of them. Or, they can be the kind that knock the wind out of you, and leave you gasping for years. This week was made up of the latter. …
The Battle is Not Yours
Revenge can be so tempting. The urge to hurt those that hurt us can be so overwhelming, especially when people kick us at our most vulnerable. I've been there. I've wanted to have the last ugly word, the last snarly laugh, and the last dig. I've wanted to give people an ounce of the mess …
Messpot Diaries 