Through Thorny Ways

Through Thorny Ways

My thin sweater did nothing to ward away the chill in the air. The smell of wet earth hung on the wind. I slopped my high heels through grass and mud on the way to the stadium where my littlest brother would be sliding the tassel from one side of his cap to the other,...
When Your Wish Gets Grounded

When Your Wish Gets Grounded

{A special welcome to those visiting from Naptime Diaries. So glad to have you here! To keep up with Message in a Mason Jar, be sure to follow via email or RSS feed on the sidebar of the homepage.} Sometimes you put a wish on your summer list, like, let’s say, a ride...