Confessions of a Messy Heart

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com When I was a child, cleaning my room was an overwhelming task. There was stuff everywhere and I never knew where to start or where to put things, so I sat and cried. And cried and cried. I would pick up a book and put it away on the shelf--but …

The Splendid Summer Nights

Usually when I think of summer, I think of humidity, sweat, scorching sun, and stuffy air in which I can hardly catch a breath. Since moving to hot and humid Oklahoma, my heart has grumbled against summer more than ever before. Summer is not usually a season of nostalgia for me. Or one filled with …