Now there too was the differences in their personalities. And sometimes the day of the week or the month mattered greatly!
Now Agent A had turned red and was glaring at me as if he wanted to thrash me!
On a bright July day, a family member arrived at the Glessner's family door holding a newborn baby, seventeen-days old.
I don't know exactly how or when this transition from silence to having a voice took place.
Sister Maxine sent me a letter containing a short note and a card. It was the card that caught my attention.
Just as I was sitting down, Mrs. Archer said, "Jackie and Wayne...will both of you come up to my desk...please?"
My grandchildren ask, “What do you remember about your childhood?”
A little more interesting than politics.
The girl was confident as she took his hand and said in a polite voice, “How about dancing with me before you...
I could see an outline of a man. I could see it was a man, and he was wearing a uniform.