The dreams Today on Choosing Peace, you’ll read about a window, clean sheets, a laundry basket, a china doll and…
From mess to miracle Have I mentioned that my Brandon is the real-life version of Pig-Pen from the Peanuts/Charlie Brown…
The finisher Have you ever worked a large puzzle? A few winters ago, my mom and I worked a puzzle…
The showdown What’s going on here? You’re probably wondering, “Frankie Ann, what did you do to build a bridge to…
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…
The prayers, the vision and the letter Turbulent winds and changing weather A week ago, Brandon and I spent a…
The silence Did anyone ever break up with you by simply never speaking to you again? Not a phone call,…
The anger letter There’s a saying that goes like this: “Truth hurts.” While that may be true initially, I hope…
Surprise, surprise, surprise If you read the first series on this blog, you’ll recognize the secondary title—Surprise, Surprise, Surprise—from several…