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What we are – What we seem
“She was a woman who was a wife, doing what she had to do, whatever the cost.” ****** “She’s pretending – Lana gauged her young daughter’s face. She rides a horse that doesn’t exist, and she’s pretending her father doesn’t, either.” ****** “‘You fought in the war?’ she asked. ‘I …
MEN WHO LOVE THEIR WOMEN – THEIR DAUGHTERS AND THEIR BRIDES
Daddy walked over to my suitcase and stared down into it before he glanced up at me. He looked tired, like I was. Both of us exhausted from a wedding – me from mine to come, and him from his in the past. “I didn’t realize years ago when we took …
Make No Mistake – The Most Powerful Muscle Is The Woman’s Heart
It pumps – hard. It pumps blood, water, iron, and uphill. Cherish it. It pumps for you.
RISING ABOVE YOUR FOES
Enemies that would mow us down: 1. I can’t 2. What will the neighbors think? 3. What if I fail? 4. What if I succeed? 5. I’ve never done that before 6. Things never change for me 7. I’m not good enough. Enough of that. Why give air time to …
LADIES AT THE WHEEL – WHEN SKIRTS WERE NO LONGER THE OBSTACLE
The sound wasn’t quite like a truck, but it roared, then slowed. James looked up from the cow’s pen, Harold coming to his side. “What the heck is that?” Harold asked. “Think Pop bought a new truck?” “Naw. He would have …
ASKED FOR – When he wants a wife, not a bride; sons instead of daughters
Lana shook her head. I’m a wife, but I’ve made a beautiful baby. Jeanie’s notions about love and marriage had been wrong. Marriage wasn’t like those childish fairy tales. Cletus wanted uncomplicated, he wanted his meals on time and his silverware in a line. He …
STILL LIFE IS STILL LIFE
Life that’s still, is still life. It’s hidden, it’s dormant, but life is there. Waiting… For the right moment, the right season, the right ray of sunlight, the right warmth. The right touch to awaken it again.
MAKING MUSIC TOGETHER
“She played rapidly, thinking her hands could escape his, but he stayed with her. The melody was wonderful, the harmony voluptuous, and soon she forgot about his nearness, and lost herself in the tune. He surprised her by suddenly racing ever so slightly ahead, his chords outdistancing hers. She picked …
HEART STRINGS
“He never pried into her private life, nor she into his. The dark, and sometimes cold little room with the piano, had become a world set apart where their music was all they needed to know about each other. They spoke to one another through the music’s tones, understood each …