I never knew I could love so much, until the day I felt your touch. I softly kissed your tiny cheek, from under your lashes, I saw you peek. Your beautiful eyes so small and blue, my sweet little baby so brand new. I cannot wait to watch you grow, from your soft little head … Continue reading True Love
Author: Alma Wallace Fenter
As far back as I can remember, I loved talking and telling my stories. One of my fondest memories is a squirrel hunting expedition with my grandfather when I was four years old. I chattered away, until he told me, "Baby Cricket, you've got to be quiet. The squirrels can hear you." I sat silent for about 30 seconds, then said, "Oh, PaPaw, let me talk." I still tell stories now; I just write them out instead of talking them out. Well, according to my husband, I still talk them out -- a lot. So many more things to write about since I was four years old. Marriage, children, homes, jobs, grandchildren, all kinds of people. I love people!
Hello out there to all my friends and readers. I hope everyone enjoyed following my characters through their individual journeys, from Swing to Robert and Joy in #StartingOver. Each learned lessons about loving themselves and loving others. In my last story, I especially enjoyed watching Joy change … Continue reading Changes to Come
Without saying a word, he picked up his bag and climbed the stairs. She couldn’t concentrate. Her heart was pounding in her ears. What had just happened? It seemed a lifetime since he’d driven out of the parking lot and out of her life. A thought came into sharp focus. He left once. He would … Continue reading #StartingOver
Picking up his phone, he scanned recent calls. His thumb hovered over her number. Then, slowly, he laid it back on the desk. He needed more time. “God, please keep her there,” he whispered. Joy read through the book twice, the last time without crying. She forced herself to get out of the house, to … Continue reading #StartingOver
She was about to say something, but he didn’t look her direction, just walked toward the door, laying an envelope on the desk before going out into the cold. It wasn’t until the door swung shut that she realized he had his suitcase and hanging clothes with him. By the time she reached the parking … Continue reading #StartingOver
