I toss pretty words up in the air and if I am lucky, they will fall gracefully upon my pages-nancy b. brewr.
Emotional people always make difficulties for themselves.
The rose that grows in grace will blossom into beauty.
Any woman looks innocent in a white veil.
Humans are curious creatures. What we cannot see, our logical minds will try to deny.
The boys laughed and peered in the direction of the girl with Kitty Wells dyed black hair.
Respect the past, trust in the future and believe in the power of the imagination.-.
I recall the words, the faces, the stale perfume and the pungent odor that filled the room...
I stop to brace myself against the walls, which are painted with the fingerprints of family.
Papa was our strength and the very fiber that wove our family together. He was our foundation and our rock, but even rocks, break, given enough stress.
Children worked in the mills: “I will always believe that children are designed for green meadows and play, not for factories and cotton dust.
According to Robert, his friend Moses was a soldier in the first war, as he described it. He fought Indians and soldiers in red coats.
I turned to see a young woman with bed hair, wearing a only a thin nightdress.
I consider all things a work of fiction, even myself.
Just yesterday I stood at the window and watched him run across the field like a young deer. He is thin and agile. I think he will be forever young. He cannot be enticed by money or worldly goods; he desires nothing.