So I came across this writing challenge hosted by Lisa-Jo Baker that I thought I’d give a try.For more information, check out this link to Five Minute Friday. The nitty-gritty is you write… Read more {belong}: five minute friday →
Macadamia Key Lime Pie — It is as good as it sounds and it’s no bake. I squeezed fresh lime juice to use in the filling. The filling looks like it… Read more favorite bits →
So I came across this writing challenge hosted by Lisa-Jo Baker that I thought I’d give a try.For more information, check out this link to Five Minute Friday. The… Read more {present}: five minute friday →
Lego creations.Friendship bracelets.Drawing pad.Hot wheels.Markers.Softball glove.Train tracks.Baseball hat.Doll clothes.Book stacks.Notebooks.Pencils.Sandals.Sunscreen.Football.Frisbee. These things have homes. Yet, if you would stop over for a visit, you would find these things in action.… Read more in action →
Years ago I began getting up before everyone else in order to spend time alone. In a house of six, it is tough to snag alone minutes. When you are… Read more alone →
I was never, not ever going to marry that Andy Ayres. He was too wild. But he had these eyes — the kind that change grey to blue to green,… Read more 14 years →
Today all of the kids came home after being at sleep-away church camps. It’s like pieces of my heart are back in the places they are supposed to be. Sometimes… Read more coming home + a miracle →
A sock was my undoing. A single sock and it rocketed me straight into a person I don’t want to be. It started brewing when I looked outside and saw… Read more grace →
“Mom, do you have a flashlight I can borrow? I lost my Beyblade in the basement,” Sam called clomping up the basement steps. I handed over my phone and he quickly tap-tap-tapped to the flashlight app. He wiggled the phone, trying to spot the beam in the kitchen where the afternoon sun streamed in. “It’s not working,” he said. “Are you sure? I left the half chopped broccoli and bent down beside him. He wiggled the phone again, attempting to spot the beam. “May I see it?” I asked. “Just… Read more hard to see the shine (sols) →
Ruth Ayres Writes 