I was doing the dishes late one summer afternoon when I spied a furry face looking at me through the window over the kitchen sink. Startled, I pointed at the window and shouted, “It’s a…a…” Dang it! My mind couldn’t think of the right word. I knew what I was looking at, but I couldn’t say the correct word so instead I started over and blurted out, “It’s a coonrac!” Continue reading
Because I’m on vacation, I’m re-blogging one of my favorite stories. Hope you enjoy it too!
When your children are finally old enough to stay home alone after school is both a liberating and terrifying time for parents. Like most parents, my husband and I made sure that both of our children, Kinsey and Aaron, knew what to do in an emergency.
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“Come over here and see what I found,” my mother said.
She was squatted next to the back porch steps weeding around her flowers while my brother Billy and I played in the yard. We both ran over to her.
“See it? Right there,” she pointed, “it’s a garter snake.” Continue reading
I was upstairs putting laundry away one summer afternoon when I heard a loud commotion in the backyard. I heard my husband Steve, our son Aaron and the neighbor Bud yelling and our dog Kelly barking like crazy. I ran to look out of the window fully expecting to see some type of catastrophe, but what I saw was a pig running up the middle of our driveway. Continue reading