Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.
Friday, March 27, 2009
hey guys I miss the communion we had on AOhell I think it's due to the way comments are set up Let's all leacve our email addys on comments so we can continue discussions.