Jolly's donkey was every bit as short and round as his owner. Anna wondered how he could even stand up with Jolly on his back. Jolly had also packed several bags which hung from various places on him and his donkey. When the donkey moved the bags clunked and rattled, making a funny kind of music for their journey.Read More
"Oh, Mr. Mint!" Macy breathed. "Oh, it's terrible. Horrible. Who would do this?" The forest had abruptly ended. There before them lay the remains of hundreds and hundreds of peppermint trees. The shattered trunks and fallen branches scattered across the ground in a haphazard fashion. Here and there were patches where some of the branches were stacked in a pile as if someone attempted to begin the cleanup, and then gave up. Mr. Mint's face had that fierce look on it again.Read More
"W-w-what do you think it is?" She stammered out.
"I don't know," Anna whispered, swallowing hard. "Stand strong. Be brave." To Macy it sounded as if Anna were trying to convince herself to do just that.Read More
"Macy?" Anna whispered in the darkness a note of anxiety in her voice.
"We are safe out here, aren't we?"
"Of course we are," Macy reassured her. "Mother would not have let us come if we were not safe. Besides, we have P. Awn to guard us."Read More
The story you are about to read is a story of valor and courage. It is about adventure and heroism. But most of all, it is about candy. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.Read More
From her nesting place in the glittering sunshine the sloth watched a snail rocket past.
“I suppose I ought to be moving along," she thought to herself. “Sitting here won’t accomplish anything.”Read More
Today my maternal grandmother turns 90. In honor of her birthday, I present five things my grandmother taught me.Read More
"All right," January mumbled from between her fingers. "It all started when I was sitting on my living room couch reading a book." January straightened up and told him the whole story, beginning with the ball and ending with being thrown in the dungeon. She didn't leave anything out, not the chicken dance, not the dousing from Cinderella's sister, and certainly not the sandwiches. When she mentioned snacks, Lucas's eyes lit up.Read More
Lately I've been thinking a lot about grief and comfort. Well, mostly comfort really. What brings us comfort? How does grief heal? Here are some things I've learned.Read More
His heart was pounding like a galloping stallion as he rode into the yard and up to the house at the Double T. The last time he came here the owner had run him off with a Winchester rifle.Read More
Luke knew this day was coming. Had known it for quite some time actually. But that didn't make it any easier, and it sure as shootin' didn't mean he had to take it lying down. No, he was determined to do whatever it took. Even if it meant laying his heart and his life on the line.Read More
"That's where you went," I said, pulling Lambkins from under the couch. I set the stuffed animal in the laundry basket with the other toys I'd picked up after the kids went to bed. "You look how I feel." Discarded, forgotten, unseen, I thought. I didn't dare say those words aloud, but they had been ringing in my mind a lot latelyRead More
He had to have the balloons.Read More
Her hands stilled over the pot she stirred. A tear slipped down and salted the spaghetti boiling away in its pot. This day had been exceptionally rough.Read More
She ran around the corner and stopped dead. Leaning over she put one hand on each knee. Her breath came in short gasps. Running hard and long hadn’t been in her plan for the day, but sometimes you just have to roll with the punches, or run from ninja hordes, whatever the case may be.Read More