Month: October 2025
**The Fickle Heart** I never considered myself a beauty. Even “pretty” would be stretching it.
At the wedding, a little girl approached with a bouquet of daisies and asked for a coin the bride noticed
**A Struggle to Rise and Feed the Hens** I forced myself out of bed this morning, every joint protesting.
The night my world fell apart, the air smelled faintly of lavender fabric softener and burnt toast.
The day Sarah walked out on her husband and their five children, she never imagined hed survive without
Eight-year-old Oliver Thompson was late for schoolagain. His backpack bounced against his shoulders as