It can probably be said that I was always sassily truthful in my younger years. I am probably lucky to have survived many a spanking from my dad's 2x4 hands as well as "long-distance" kicks to the seat of my pants from dad's Frankenstein size twelves. Can't believe I just said that Image by StockSnap … Continue reading Was That Supposed to Hurt?
Motherhood. I was blessed with a Godly heritage. It's easy to see why I wanted to be a mother. It seemed the greatest accomplishment to me, it still does.
My mother had had enough. She was sick of me and my brother fighting, and not getting ready for school. So without delay, she launched down the hallway to our rooms. The determined pounding of her feet let us know her last nerve had been frayed and we were on her "list". Photo Credit Free-Photos … Continue reading Hostess Honey Bun Saved The Day