Heartstrings

As our schoolyear drew to a close, I found myself worrying which 3rd grade teacher would get my fairy child. Would she understand him, love ...

I had to carefully screen what Evan said, during any time together. One morning, during a Reading lesson, I tried to prevent him from telli...

It can make one sad for our children that they have to grow up to be adults, because with that stage comes fear and doubt and hurt. We lose ...

I watch him as he works at his desk during our center time. He becomes so engrossed in whatever has captured his attention that time seems t...

Our county is out of school this week for Fall Break. It is suuuuuch a nice feeling to know that this week I can have my coffee and read the...

Evan loved life, and he loved us. He took special interest in everything. He made no enemies, because he could always find something nice to...

Once on a field trip to Montgomery he asked if we could share a seat. Anxious for a smile or two, I agreed. After several miles of chitchat ...

His name was Evan Mark Pickler, Jr., and he was as short as his name was long. Large brown eyes in a small tiny face. I called him my fairy ...

Monday evening and I've just received the call saying "School will be open tomorrow". So - we're back into the realm of re...

It's Sunday afternoon and I'm listening to Johnny pressure wash the patio floor. As we had to remove all the furniture and plants, h...

Ivan ~ the storm approaching our homes and bringing the threat of destruction and fear. Strangely, I'm not worried. For years now, I...