freedomtowrite

Recently I received a card in the mail from a good friend of mine! It was a surprise...like most people we text or every few weeks have a phone call. But since we've moved on our new homestead, our reception

To my sweet Bunker Kitchen, In the last two weeks I've gotten to know you. What started out as a place to cook for my family in the interim before our forever kitchen is finished, has actually turned into

Morning sun The morning sun arched above the horizon. Glistening dew sparkled hello as the song birds sang their good mornings, and the lump in the sleeping bag next to Mia was as silent as a tranquilized

It happened all at once. Bits of gravel spit into my face, grazing my cheek, an immediate, demanding itch raked my throat, and my middle finger slipped off the only grip I had left. My right knee banged

It's no secret that we found love early, and we grabbed a hold of it! It's been a great journey. But what was the moment that we knew that this was it? That there was no need to look any further for "the

If there is on thing that the Yeti and I both love, it's a good movie! We've spent years watching and rewatching our favorites, adding to the list of movies we love, and memorizing our favorite lines.

Lola cradled her purse in her lap as they rode silently back to Mark's house. There were too many questions, too much intrigue racing through her mind. Mark's left knee bounced anxiously throughout the

Last Tuesday, the hubs and I filmed a fun Newly Wed Game video! There ended up being two parts, and they were so much fun! I'm still shocked that I didn't know more right away, and I'm completely convinced

I think I know my spouse pretty well. I know his favorite color...orange, right? Nope, it was orange in high school...it is now bright yellow. I literally had to ask him, just now. But I do know his favorite

Before Lola had a chance to open her door, Mark was already walking quickly to the passenger side. She tried waiting patiently for his chivalry, but her knee bounced in anticipation. Once he finally opened

“So tell me,” Lola said over the hum of the engine. “You said that I had met you both in time? What does that even mean?” She wracked her brain over and over, but couldn't think of any significant difference

Chloe sat at the big oak table, a stack of paper work strewn around her. Her hot tea, ice cold and forgotten. A pounding headache throbbed behind her eyes. She rubbed her temples, taking level breaths.

“And the flower blossomed, then died...” Reberta hung her head dramatically, arms out to the side in a T fashion. “Thank you Reberta for that spirited poem,” Nathan, the MC, said coming up to take the

Mark paced the small hospital room, running his fingers through his hair, then his beard, then resigned to leaning against the window a deep scowl on his face. Lola stared at him with an amused smile.

Through the smoke and haze, Bexley found the source of the screaming. An old woman sat crouched on the ground next to an unconscious man. As Bexley began running towards them, Railen grabbed her around

Lola dozed in and out of sleep, happily accepting the rest that was coming in waves. In moments of consciousness, her hand would slip to the curve of her belly, happiness flooding her. Then she would fall

She dug a handful of keys and tossed them to a man sitting at a close by table. “Close things up for me, love?” She asked. “Sure thing. These bodies go with the rest, then?” “Yup.” “You have a regular

He studied her for a moment. Slim build, strong arms and a fire in her emerald eyes he hadn't seen in years. Taking her was probably the most foolish decision he could make, but he was desperate, and if

Lola took a deep breath. She wasn’t sure if it was time to respond yet. It was incredibly difficult to hear these things. To hear how they came into her life, to relive it. To see it from his eyes. “So,”

He slammed down his whiskey glass on the smooth wooden bar. Dried blood stuck to the grooves of his aching knuckles. “Want some ice for that?” The barmaid asked standing in the shadows of the dimly lit