Raindrops or Mud Pies? By: LauraLee Shaw I was in 1st grade when my singing talent was discovered, and the spring program put it to use. As I shook in my boots all the way to center stage, the lights blinded me from seeing anyone in the audience, thank goodness. In a cute ‘lil dress…
Raindrops or Mud Pies? By: LauraLee Shaw I was in 1st grade when my singing talent was discovered, and the spring program put it to use. As I shook in my boots all the way to center stage, the lights blinded me from seeing anyone in the audience, thank goodness. In a cute ‘lil dress…
Mom…I’m Scared By: Jen Welton It was another night of summer storms. To me, the lightening flashing across the sky was beautiful and the thunder rumbling deep in my chest was amazing. To my son; however, it was anything but that. I could hear it in his voice…he was a mess. He must have been…
Mom…I’m Scared By: Jen Welton It was another night of summer storms. To me, the lightening flashing across the sky was beautiful and the thunder rumbling deep in my chest was amazing. To my son; however, it was anything but that. I could hear it in his voice…he was a mess. He must have been…
Bad at Receiving By: Tracee Persiko I am really bad at receiving. I’m just gonna be most honest. I am not good at saying thank you without cringing when people give to me. I am talking on any level. I easily dismiss words of affirmation by immediately putting words back onto the other person. I…
Bad at Receiving By: Tracee Persiko I am really bad at receiving. I’m just gonna be most honest. I am not good at saying thank you without cringing when people give to me. I am talking on any level. I easily dismiss words of affirmation by immediately putting words back onto the other person. I…