The photo on the wall and the choice Welcome back, Peaceful Readers. Let’s continue our walk through our grieving to-do…
The evil in the house Things aren’t always what they appear to be. Can I get an Amen with that?…
Brandon’s story Brandon’s parents are sociopaths. I told a lot of his story in the first series on this blog—Sociopaths;…
Surprise, surprise, surprise If you read the first series on this blog, you’ll recognize the secondary title—Surprise, Surprise, Surprise—from several…
The bit Well, Peaceful Readers, I don’t know about you, but I’ve learned a lot since I began writing this…
True colors Things aren’t always what they appear to be, Peaceful Readers. That goes for material things, it goes for…
The dream and September’s second sneak attack September was a hoppin’, happenin’ month—lots of family birthdays, two sneak attacks, a…
Seeing clearly The morning after The day after we read Uncle Henry’s sneak attack letter, I awoke at my friend…
A time to prepare, a time to practice and a time to prevail Writing this post has been mind-boggling. I…
The prayer Welcome to the last post in The Sneak Attack. Can I tell you something? I had no earthly…