A Christmas Worth Repeating
The Christmas worth repeating was an intentional replication of The Christmas Worth Remembering; except this time we had presents.
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…
My husband’s mother, Irene, was the kindest, sweetest, softest person you would ever want to meet. I may be wrong, but I believe the woman never raised her voice. Ever. When she baked cookies they were shaped perfectly. It is possible that they appeared out of thin air. […]
“Train up a child on the way they should go and they will not depart from it.” This is taken to heart in Small Town, Montana. Community involvement is important. When the kids do something noteworthy, people are there to support them. Last night we were taken on […]