Behind the Picket Fence

She stood there, cautiously baring her heart to me. Her words said to me that she thought I had it together. She thinks I know what the heck I’m doing every day when I wake up and all the things from near and far are calling my name.  Instantly my mind went back to aContinue reading “Behind the Picket Fence”

Five Minute Friday: Home

It\’s Friday again and that means I\’m linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday. Five minutes of writing from the heart. Go. I don’t know where it came from, but I remember it clearly, sitting on the wooden shelf behind the sofa in the house I spent some of my most formative days asContinue reading “Five Minute Friday: Home”