I found myself whispering, too, even though I wasn’t the one hiding in a closet while a drunken man beat on the door. “Bridgett, it’s okay. You’ll be okay. You do not have to answer that door. DO NOT answer the door, okay?” Bridgett cried snotty tears on the other end of the phone. “But… Continue reading Say yes
Jane, Jane, Jane, You'll probably kill me for this (or at least you'll want to). I can't stop thinking about writing this letter to you, and when I can't get something off my mind, I take action. I think you know this about me, so I'm pretty sure you'll forgive me even though you don't… Continue reading Not so plain Jane
Lizard, Thank you for breaking me in back when I turned 22. There was nothing Taylor Swift about it. Your dad and I tied the knot three weeks after I graduated from college and three weeks after my birthday, and I frantically searched for employment while serving as your stepmom. I felt like I was… Continue reading Teaching me to mother
Today's post is an essay written by one of my English Composition I students, Jessica Bacon. Jessica was a true blessing in my life this semester; she's an ideal student, a loving mom, and a caring person. She is certainly a true elevator person to all those she encounters, lifting others up and not tearing… Continue reading Gifts
*My English Composition I students wrote their final exam essays about three gifts they received in 2014. Some of their essays were exceptionally touching, meaningful, or humorous. I believe you'll enjoy reading a few of these--whose authors have granted permission for me to share on the blog--over the next few weeks. This essay is by… Continue reading Three gifts in 2014
Today's post was written by one of my English Composition II students, Crystal Riley, on the topic of the motivation of gratitude. I have known Crystal since junior high school. When God allowed our paths to cross again and for me to serve as her instructor, I felt truly privileged and have enjoyed watching her… Continue reading Just a moment to say thank you
Dear Rhonda, Thank you for helping me find my house. I resisted liking that house since it was more my ex-husband's preference than mine. You might even say that I resented that darn house for a long, long time, actually. Slowly but surely, the longer I lived in it (particularly the longer I lived in it… Continue reading Dear Rhonda
