Kiera is looking forward to her eighteenth birthday. The official end of school, a party with her best friend, and chocolate cake. A sudden military draft, no possible exemptions, had never crossed her mind.
Kiera is terrified! Getting drafted would mean leaving her family, her little friend Jade—life as she knows it.
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I am going to split this into sections, as you will see later in the series. Today, I am going to be talking about physical safety. So many things happen on school campuses that are not often talked about, and when they are, oftentimes, there aren’t that many ways, nor people who care enough to try to obliterate them. Read More »
Water had never felt so cruel.
It had been playful, frolicking, comforting. The rhythmic sound of it crashing on the shore had been what soothed her to sleep each night as a child. It had held her in its arms as she rested upon the calm. She had found her solace in the beach and it had been a delight to her.
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Pardon the plethora of pictures, but I talked about this a lot last year when it was happening. If you are a new follower, you might not know, but last year, my older brother got married and I had the privilege of making the bride’s wedding dress. My new sister-in-law was a dream to work with, and she was the best first client a girl could ever ask for. I worked with her to design a dress from scratch that would be just what she would want to wear on the day that she said “I do.” Thankfully, she loved it.Read More »
After giving it some thought, I really wanted to do this series. I will be posting each week about a different aspect of why I want to Homeschool my children. So many people make judgements out of not knowing, and I really want to educate those who might not understand why I am going to choose to homeschool. As a homeschool graduate, a lot of people like to think that I am going to homeschool my kids because of one of the following:Read More »
I was a wanderer.
Ever since I was little when my mom panicked because I was missing, and I was later found, oblivious. I had wandered three miles from home, down the dirt road then off into the field, following the creek as long as my little feet would carry me. The beauty of the grass swaying, the frogs chirping, and the sunlight twinkling through the dancing tree leaves had mesmerized me and I had lost all sense of where I was. Time had turned into a fleeting thing of little consequence. I had learned that you can’t just wander without telling anyone where you are going, and needless to say, I wasn’t allowed out of the house for several days. Being grounded was probably the worst form of punishment for me. While some children balked at the idea of a spanking, or getting their mouth washed out with soap, being grounded was the anathema maranatha to me. The worst of all curses.Read More »