Christmas Past Christmas past holds so many glorious memories. Yet Christmas will never be the same without her. The Toll…
by Deb Richmond, Author/Wanna-be poet Some people send thank-you notes. Others give hugs. I tell stories or sometimes write poems,…
by Deb Richmond Marie may have loved raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, and bright copper kettles, but I have…
This weekend marks the one-year anniversary of my son’s death. It doesn’t seem like a year ago. I remember that…
It was an ordinary, nothing special dish with waves of rolling milk glass edges and glossy whatnot sitting on an…
Empty Porches When I turned teenager, my family moved from a house surrounded by farmland to a small community in…