Creases so dark and deep upon his face They could have been painted on with India ink. He saw more with his one blind eye than Any mortal should suffer. Every twisted line, every crescent scar, a chapter in his long life. A story so wondrous, so grotesque Only God could write it.
A few friends were recently discussing holiday traditions and a new grandma asked for suggestions on what she could do for her new grandbabies, something that she could build on every year. Some of the possibilities included: A special ornament each season or making ornaments together New holiday pajamas to open on Christmas Eve Cultural … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Tradition