The Cold Metal Scissors

I was proud of my long hair. I was noticed, and I received comments on the “pretty blonde” color which had grown almost to my waist. I bragged about how it had never been “officially” cut, but only trimmed at home. One way my mom showed care for me was with my hair. When I…

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The world in her hands.

When I was a little girl, I sang “He’s got the whole world in His hands” and I would picture God’s actual huge hands holding our world.

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Deciding to Stay.

I looked at my bedroom that was filled with pewter bowls, kitchen appliances, lingerie and Wedgewood china and wiggled my engagement ring off my finger as I sighed a long sigh and closed my eyes.

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The Woman Who Held My Face.

There was a flurry of excitement with people arriving at “The Castle” in Glen Eyrie in Colorado Springs.

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