The neighbor came home from work and pulled into her driveway. We all waved at her as she gathered her things from the car and headed into her house. And that’s when we heard it.
Near, far, wherever you are…distance may present challenges, but I’ll never let go of my friends. (Really though.)
Every time I visited my grandpa growing up, I’d ask, “How are you, Grandpa?” And he’d always reply, “Oh, I’m doing pretty good…‘course I lie a lot.”
What I’m saying is…
Dear Dad, As this Father’s Day approaches, I want to thank you for a few things. Thanks for always carrying me to bed when I was small and pretended to fall asleep in the chair just so you would, in fact, carry me to bed. Thanks for teaching me all your favorite gospel songs as a…Read more »
Dear Mom, Mother’s Day is quickly approaching, and I want to make sure you receive the credit that you are due. I know it’s been some years since I lived under your roof and relied on you for food and car rides and money and basic care. But now I have the opportunity to look…Read more »
Is it just me, or do other adults have a momentary relapse to childhood whenever they hear the repetitive, obnoxiously shrill, yet glorious sound of the ice cream truck enter their neighborhood? For a split second, I always think, “Ice cream man!” and then I think, “Get it together, Hayley, you’re an adult. You can’t…Read more »