I’m gonna keep my chin up. — Some of you who have known me a while may remember me publishing a story a while back about my car deciding it was done with car life and giving up its job of transporting me from Point A to Point B. I was upset, as I think most people…

Changing every day Learning to find your way Independence grows Your inner person knows Tune in to that voice You always have a choice Poised at the cusp of your teens Grow up, but don’t be too keen Slow down a little now and then These years will never come…

Well, ice day . . . We have had two snow days in a row. It shifts the plan I had for the week. Kentucky has a way of being unpredictable and moody, but extra days off school make for a nice change. I always love having my kids with…

What are you creating, my love? I am sitting here, clicking away at my own keyboard, while I listen to my youngest go to town on her iPad. There is a fellowship in the clicking and clacking of the different keys. Her tiny keyboard makes way more noise than mine…

Help me out, y’all — Calling all my people! Breaking news! Help! I set a goal to have a thousand followers by the end of this month, which is … in a little over 12 hours where I live. I set this goal literally just now, so it’s not like I’ve been yearning for it…

A fiction series This series has five previous segments, all of which can be found in the link below, if you’d like to catch up before reading this most current one. When Blooms Love Fiction Series An easy way to find them all. :)mgray-editing.medium.com A light knocking on his door roused Jay from the deep thoughts he was lost in. Knowing it must…

Love never dies. — My brother drew this picture when I was eleven years old. He was sixteen. He was my hero. I thought he and my sister were the coolest people I had ever met. They could do anything! It was both awe-inspiring and infuriating. There was no way to live up to…

So long, little buddy! — I was minding my business, as I try to do. I wasn’t thinking a thing about lil ole you. It didn’t matter a bit that you’re vital to me. I was loving my life, letting you be. Walking is good to get where you’re going. It’s a skill that I’m quite…

Come back, friend! There are some days when I know exactly what I want to write, and it just spills onto the page with the ease that I envision Michelangelo’s brilliance finding its way onto the Sistine Chapel Ceiling. (Not that I am comparing myself to such things — simply…