The Ivy and the Shears (by Peggy Trotter)
I once bought a lovely little plant. A vine, really. It was quite small, but beautiful. I kept the ivy inside for a few months and it didn’t do very…
I once bought a lovely little plant. A vine, really. It was quite small, but beautiful. I kept the ivy inside for a few months and it didn’t do very…
A kind word doeth good like medicine. The other day a Facebook friend sent me one of those memes that showed a bear, a saying and the word hugs. When…
Jesus knew who He was, but made the point to ask his disciples if they knew as they gathered one night in Caesarea. Only Peter identified Him as Messiah. Before…
What a release to write so that one forgets oneself, forgets one’s companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next—to be drenched in sleep or…
I started my writing journey about eleven years ago when I enrolled in a class on writing for children and teens. Although I’d harbored secret desires of being a…
Clara has always been a fainter. She passes out at the sight of blood. Once she fainted when she bumped her head on a door. Due to her habit of…
Ever feel ordinary? When you read the stories of past and present heroes and heroines of the faith, do you ever wonder if you were in the bathroom when the…
The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can. Often these…
I wrote a novel. It’s not what I expected to write; yet when I sat down to write, the words just flowed onto the page. I had lots of ideas…
As I write this, I’m sitting in the dentist office waiting room waiting for my youngest to get a filling. Poor kid. Life can sometimes feel like one big cavity—painful,…