Today's guest blog post is written by my friend Jeri Wright, a beautiful, free-spirited soul. Thank you, Jeri, for sharing your heart. As I drove down the street today the sun-kissed my skin through an open window. The perfectly warm breeze gently caressed my cheek and tousled my hair. Every breath was a rush of… Continue reading Abundance of gratitude
Today's post is written by Dr. Teresa Burns Murphy, one of my writing mentors and former professors. Every time Dr. Murphy contributes to this blog and sends me a post, I cannot wait to read it. I know I'll enjoy the story--and I know the story will speak to me. Bethany asked us to share… Continue reading Liz, Mom, and the Witch
*The following essay was written by one of my students, Samantha Jones, in English Composition I about a place of significance. While this essay is not in letter format, it does pay homage to the memories of her childhood and her sister. For that reason, I asked for her permission to share it with all… Continue reading The Ravine
*Today's letter is written by my friend Samantha Herndon Hogan.* Dear Daddy: As I sit here trying to write this letter of thankfulness to you, I have so much to say, yet am at a loss for words. I don’t think I could put into words every single thing you’ve done for me that I’m… Continue reading Dear Daddy
*I'm thankful for my college friend, Lorie Mink for sharing her letter to her friend, Dawn, on Day 29 of the Dear Gratitude project.* Dear Dawn, I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. It was June of 1980, and I was three months shy of turning 9. We just moved into the… Continue reading Day 29: Dear Dawn
*Thanks to my friend Samantha Hogan for sharing her letter to her sister, Serena, on Day 15 of the Dear Gratitude project. Her letter reminds me to share my gratitude with the people I love TODAY.*To my sister Serena:I know I should have written you this letter long before you went to be with Jesus,… Continue reading Day 15: Dear Serena
*I'm so thankful for Dr. Teresa Burns Murphy for sharing this piece!* With our book satchels on our arms, my sister Liz and I tumbled out of our dad’s Ford Galaxie 500. We crunched across the winter grass and bounded up the concrete steps that led to our grandmother’s white frame house. Our car coats… Continue reading Oh brother!