Martha heard a clatter near the pile of dirty dishes and saw Sniffly jump away from them with a guilty bark. However, his guilt wasn’t enough to keep him from wolfing down the potatoes he had just spilt onto the floor. Martha had to let out a despairing laugh. “C’mon Sniffly let’s head outside. The … Continue reading 8c (Argentum’s Song – PG)
Somedays the “what if's” of embryo adoption pour into my mind and try to affect my heart. “What if they both survive like I'm praying for ... will I really have enough energy to be a 'good mom' to twins in my my mid-forties and into my fifties?” “What if one or both of them … Continue reading 23. What if … ?
Eventually all five of the mining camp were sitting near the fireplace pushing fried potatoes around on their plates. Earl dumped the remainder of his breakfast on the ground in front of Sniffly. “I told Walt he was wasting his money on ya. Ya might be easy on the eyes but ya certainly aren’t easy … Continue reading 8b (Argentum’s Song – PG)
I was bouncing along a dirt road in Thailand in the back of a pickup truck with a half dozen other young adults. We were traveling between a couple of schools in which we were performing some dramas explaining what Jesus meant to us and then breaking up into small groups to play games and … Continue reading Rusty’s Pizza Dream #2
Chapter Eight Martha bit back a cry of pain as she dropped the dull knife and half peeled potato into the pot of water in front of her. She drew her hand to her mouth to suck on the small gash the slipped knife had caused. She sat back on the log she was using … Continue reading 8a (Argentum’s Song – PG)
After over a year of being led into and then pursuing embryo adoption, it has happened, we are parents. We eagerly await hearing of their safe arrival in the clinic that we will soon be going to, where they will be transferred into me. As I think about these two traveling in a truck and … Continue reading 22. Peace beyond understanding.
Chapter Seven Earlier in the morning Argent had thrown away the last knot. Unless the redhead had played a trick on him, fifteen days of travel were complete and today they would arrive. Argent tried to focus on the clouds of breath materializing in front of his windburnt face, but it didn't help. Today was … Continue reading 7a (Argentum’s Song – PG)
“What's happening?” “We're moving ... again.” “Moving? Like eight years ago?” “Yes I'm sure of it ... don't you remember?” “I think so ...” While their bodies were still inside the semi translucent plastic that seemed like their skin after being in it for so long, the whole container of what had held the essence … Continue reading 21. On that same (un)ordinary day …
Earl released his beard and backhanded him across the other side of the face. “That’s it, I ain’t tellin any more of the story if yer jist gonna beat on me. Ask Arny.” Arny must have picked up on Earl’s desire to get to the point as he simply said. “The goat she was shredded … Continue reading 6d (Argentum’s Song – PG)
When Alexis and I had first moved to Northern Ontario in addition to the reverse culture shock of coming back from spending our first years together in India, we were enjoying all of the highs and lows that come with being first time home owners. One of the highs was getting to put in a … Continue reading Bountiful Harvest