Imagination is a wonderful thing. With imagination, you can see things that really aren’t there. With imagination this morning, I can take a trip of about a hundred miles and a hundred years and, there I am at Etta Bend, my mother’s childhood home. I can see the farm as it was a century ago. […]

The Magic of a Snowfall
·Chapter 11 Miss Georgia and Abigail sat in Abigail’s warm living room, sipping tea and looking out at softly falling snow. “If this keeps up, Cab Moore will be getting out his sleigh,” Abigail said. “That old sleigh has been in his family for years. He likes to give rides to the neighborhood children.” […]

Inside the Tunnel
·Chapter 8 Miss Georgia was so relieved that she sat right flat down on the floor, tears oozing out of her eyes. “Thank the Lord,” she breathed. “Georgia! Georgia, look at this,” Abigail cried. “It’s a room or something, but it’s all dark.” Georgia took a deep breath. Holding onto the side […]
Sleepless Night
·Chapter 3 Miss Georgia didn’t sleep well that night. It wasn’t the wind, although it did howl around the corner like a lost soul. It wasn’t actually Abigail, who slept on Miss Georgia’s sofa. It was the story Abigail brought with her, the ridiculous story about thinking maybe her house was haunted. Miss Georgia had […]