by Darcy Wiley | Jan 5, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
We balanced ourselves as we skied down the slippery steps and headed toward the tree line. My hound tugged against the leather leash and pulled me like he was a snow dog making tracks out in the wild. It was as close as we could get to such a thing– our...
by Darcy Wiley | Dec 7, 2011 | Fireflies
With a weathered spoon, I am chasing bubbles in the boiling oatmeal when my three-year-old stampedes down the wooden stairs, shouting out with the tree in his sights. “Shh!” I shake my head, “Your sister’s still sleeping.” It’s a ruckus when he’s in the room....