To My Child As You Grow,

To my child as you grow up, The clock tells me it’s almost time for your first parent-teacher conference of the year, and I’m eager to hear how you’re doing.  I want to know how you’re progressing in math and learn more about your reading assessments.  I wonder if you will have Award's Day this …

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To My Daughter, As You Chase Your Dreams

Dear Daughter, You stand here finishing the last two bites of an ice cream sandwich, chocolate wafer stuck to your lips, as you lick the remainder off your fingers.  You begin to shimmy around the kitchen, the sound of some old time rock and roll music playing from the CD player you brought from your …

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Only One Can Calm The Storms

By: Ginger Hughes I stood there. The air humid, the breeze gentle, lightning appearing to pierce the ocean far in the distance. The roar of the waves reverberated in my ears, as my eyes watched the caps turn white as they rolled toward the shore. It was evening. I stood there. Talking to God. Wondering …

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The Key to Your Calling

I told God I wasn’t called to be a minister’s wife.  Two times to be exact. I can still remember precisely where I was when I said those prayers.  Once I was in church, when I had the strangest feeling wash over me that I was going to marry this minister, a man I knew …

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It’s A Special Day

“Sure we can do that…after all, it’s a special day.” I glanced to my right via an eye-roll, a grin tugging the corners of my mouth.  She glanced my way, knowing what I was thinking. Of course, today is a “special day.”  When Ma (my children’s name for my mother) is here, every day is …

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Dear Son,

Dear Son, I watch you play, your spirit a mixture of tough little boy, twinkle-in-the-eye mischief, and a heart so big I’m not sure how it fits in your chest. And I smile. You’re an enigma in a lot of ways. Perhaps it’s because, being a girl myself, I’ve never seen the world through a …

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Let It Go

My hands clench tightly around my dreams some days and especially around my heart’s desires.   My fists grasp frantically onto those I love in my effort to hold them close and keep them safe, as if it’s in my power to do this. No matter how much I wish it were different, I have little …

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