The funeral and the will In part 4, I mentioned that we’d be going on a peaceful adventure the week…
Smiles, dreams and French fries from Jesus Back in February, the stress in my life was partially about my mom’s…
The secret and the choices My Brandon is hilarious. One of his many sayings is: “Real men don’t fold their…
Pam’s playground Before we get into today’s post, I need to wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving. Some of…
The showdown What’s going on here? You’re probably wondering, “Frankie Ann, what did you do to build a bridge to…
Context Last month as I was on my way to pick up Logan, I drove past a house with a…
Twelve days In today’s post, you’ll read a little about Texas toast, haggis and Olive Garden, but not all at…
The twelve and the letters Hello, Peaceful Readers. Do you remember the time when I wore my slippers to my…
Seven things On Friday I received a text from my sister, Pam, The Almighty. My mom’s been placed on hospice…
Forged by fire Pruning to the extreme Let’s start with a very picturesque transformation story. One Saturday my husband Brandon…