We didn’t know the guinea pig was a girl, much less a pregnant female, when we carried her home from the pet store.
The pet store left out all that info. 884 more words
She ripped me to pieces on Facebook.
This person I didn’t know called me a “so-called Christian” who demonstrated absolutely “no love” in my answer to her question. 882 more words
So many of you have sweetly asked me at church or at Wal-Mart, here on the blog or on Facebook, “When’s you’re next book coming out?” 1,122 more words
I fought the good fight.
It must be some guaranteed stage of child development: The Band-Aid stage.
It’s that season when kids believe in the magic of the Band-Aid to insta-heal all bumps, bruises, minor aches, pains, and scratches. 807 more words
Look at me.
Look, look, look at me.
You’re not looking at me.
You need to look at me.
Look. At. Me.
That’s what she’s going to say this morning to the adorable and restless group of four-year-olds who are practicing their songs for their spring program. 832 more words