Chase the Dream: Childhood Dreams, Chapter 3 part 2

The musty scent of old hay thickened the air. “Mm.” Alison inhaled deeply. “Barns smell so good, Dad.” Scooping up another armful of hay from the cracked concrete floor, she tossed it above her head and danced underneath. Hay and dust particles floated around her, more visible because of the sunlight showering through one of…

Chase the Dream: Childhood Dreams, Chapter 2 part 3. Plus: This Fall-en World

Since this last Chapter 2 segment of Chase is so small, below it I’m also posting another updated seasonal vignette originally published in 2020. Betty Rawlings looked across her Bible at the two boys devouring her gingersnaps. “It’s good to see that my reading didn’t affect your appetites.” She tousled Forrest’s hair, then smoothed it…

Harvest of Memories

Crimson jewels my husband picked sit in white ice cream buckets on our kitchen table, facing me, challenging me. He pats me on the back, whispering sweet matrimonial-style nothings: “Honey, how about making fresh cranberry jelly?” I smile grimly and search for a recipe. I haven’t canned cranberries for years, not since my granny was…

Carpe Diem

My husband and I were thrilled with our firstborn, but people congratulating us usually added, “Enjoy your time with her. Soon she’ll be in school and you’ll be writing again.” Sure, I’d think, in about eighteen years. The reality was almost double, although God had clearly blessed us with our miracle child. I was young,…