Part One of Home for the New Year. When Dirk returns to Three Creeks, Liz fights to remind herself of all the reasons why she shouldn’t like him. It’s a struggle when her friends and family have an agenda of their own.
The Christmas worth repeating was an intentional replication of The Christmas Worth Remembering; except this time we had presents.
This post is a response to a writing prompt for my eighth grade class: Write an autobiographical narrative. The theme is Christmas. Today I’ll share a bad Christmas story. Tomorrow, it will be a pleasant one. So here we go…
“If all of you are staying home, we can have our own dinner.” And that is how Julia—along with her friends Olive, Michael, Jacob, and Mallory—launched their first friend Thanksgiving dinner.
I kept my mouth shut, because I know a life lesson when I see one.
I began a Nanowrimo journey with my seventh grade class. A week in, I can proudly say, it has succeeded far beyond my wildest dreams.
Two best friend. An interesting proposal. It could be the best thing to happen to them…or the worst idea ever.
Why did we stop celebrating? When did we become complacent with growth? The smaller milestones are what get us to the larger moments people see.
She froze and blinked to push away what she thought she saw. What were the odds that her ex-fiancé, looking better than she remembered, would be at the table she assumed was reserved for her friends?
The moral of this post, and the point of my return trips to Arizona (in the middle of the summer) is this. Your children never stop needing you. Lessons that take a lifetime cannot be compressed into eighteen years. Especially when we don’t know what we’re talking for three of those years.