Book 38 Vignette – Country Boy, City Girl
“Come to bed,” Mark stood at the kitchen counter. He’d just filled it with multiple glasses and even a few forks and spoons that he’d retrieved after putting the kids to bed. He knew he
Book 37 Vignette – Oh, Brother
“Noah?” He smiled at the little voice. At least it wasn’t his mom calling him out for hiding. Gillian came around the corner into the library. “Read book?” “I’ll read a book to you,” he
Book 36 Vignette – Snippets of Love
“What is this?” Judy Greene opened the door of her greenhouse to find her husband, Reuben standing there with a sly grin on his face. “You’ve never knocked before.” “Come out here, please.” This was
Book 35 Vignette – Quiet Night
Skylar walked into the living room and silently groaned. She’d been doing so well. Stephanie lay on the sofa in the near darkness, a streetlight shining in through the window. She had pulled a
Bring the Baby
Bring the Baby A short Bellingwood vignette – Book 35 Marie Sturtz knocked on the back door of her old home, thankful that it didn’t feel strange to be standing on the outside waiting to
I Miss You
A short Bellingwood vignette (Book 34) “Who was that?” Kayla asked. Andrew frowned and looked around. “Who was who?” “That gorgeous guy who walked past your door.” Andrew got up and walked over to the
Best Friends
A Short Bellingwood Vignette Lydia breathed in the scent of her coffee and cut another bite of coffee cake with her fork. A perfect morning. Aaron was gone for the day, she had nothing big
Life is a Gift – Love is the Way
There are so many things going on in Bellingwood, I keep little notes everywhere. Most are reminders to take care of something. The next big thing is the reminder to write a vignette this week.
Six Months!
Yesterday was a great day. Today was a great day. Every day is a pretty great day. Six months ago. SIX MONTHS! I was life-flighted to Des Moines Methodist Hospital after being rushed to the
She’s My Polly
The other night, I was describing the antics of my sister and her neighbor across the street. My friend cackled with laughter. “It’s Polly and Beryl. They would do this!” (You never know, as I
