Miss Dianne's Musings
A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing
My son is sober today. He’s living in Utah with his “baby” brother. They are both hard-working, loving young men. His description above of being separated from his loved ones was most vividly felt and expressed.
Over the “Creek” and through the woods…
Over the creek and into the woods we did go…Our lazy little creek in our back forty was pretty SWUFT Saturday evening. We had a lazy evening…lots we COULD’VE done but nothing we WANTED to do after our Saddidy chores were completed. Lady Jane, our recycle center dawgie, had recently had her stitches [...]
Spiritual Warfare
The Devil is as real as water…I read that line in a book I am currently engrossed in: Wrapped in Rain by Charles Martin. I know that statement to be true. I can’t tell you how frustrating it is to SEE him, wage war with him, and no one else sees him.
Miss Nettie And Luke 14
A few years ago, my “first born” sister, Doris, suffered a stroke, leaving her wheelchair bound. Efforts to care for her in her home soon were exhausted and she was placed in a local nursing home.
Playing in the Dirt
We need more slow strolls down dirt roads … each time I travel down 441 S to the South Georgia of my youth, the smells and climes still reek of home. Birthplace. I see these old tired, weathered-to-silver, shacks being consumed by Kudzu … and I feel a pull that is near impossible to [...]
