Story is powerful. We can experience refreshing, exhilaration, and even healing when we take time to read about others’ victories and deep soul transformation.

I've been thinking about memories today. I'm thinking about capturing them, and how I'm tempted to use more and more words, piling them up on the page.

Gorgeous horses! Their size was intimidating up close. At a distance, tails swished to shoo flies. Standing next to them, the hair whipped, and I gasped.

For those who need a heads up, this story involves a young child and a pool. You know it turns out okay because I'm able to tell the story all these years later. Just wanted you to know.

Life is a funny thing. When it begins, it feels like a dream. The days are rather nondescript. Oh, there are the big, memorable moments every so often, but the majority of my life story is pretty bland in the early years.

I love a bargain when I can get one. Much to my husband's chagrin, this leads to rifling through the racks, stacks, and shelves at my favorite spot: the thrift store.