The Real Life Adventures of Emily Sinclair

A poem I wrote two years ago that I do not remember writing, but it's in my archive so I must have. It still rings true to this day. Merry Christmas, my dear readers. Today is the day we look forward to all year, the day that we anticipate through the snow and the drear. For some it's the thought of the presents under the tree, For others its about what God did for you and me. It's a day that is blessed by generations untold, A day that is full of joys to unfold. Though perhaps it's not the true day of birth, it's the day we've chosen to celebrate with mirth. Everywhere we go we feel happiness and love, What a blessing we've received from the Great God above. It's the time of year we show others our care, with gifts to say, "Hey, I know you're there." Throughout the day I hope you remember the reason, That today's God's day, the whole purpose of the season. Enjoy your famili

Part Two In which we find the Mornellys camping. Aichear Mornelly took his glasses off and splashed his face with the cold, mountain stream. The droplets poured down his face, he wiped them off with a towel he’d brought along and then felt his chin. Hmmm I think I can go one more day, he decided. Stumble isn’t too noticeable yet. He wasn’t particularly anxious to look like a mountain man, even if they were camping out. It wasn’t his style.

The Cossack's Fear as told to Emily McConnell Be careful what you say, it might just come back to haunt you... Part One In which we are introduced to three siblings — and their devious minds. Yekaterina “Katyusha” Yurievna Melnikova stomped out of the schoolhouse and down the steps, just in time to see the girls from her class head for the cluster of trees where their secret “hide-out” was. Ha! Some secret. Everyone knew that’s where they hung out. All the girls went there during recess. Except me. A lump formed in her throat. She swallowed and looked back up the steps just as Ilya came crashing out, followed by Katyusha’s twin, Anton. Her brothers were pushing and shoving each other, like they normally did. Anton caught sight of her and gave her a shove as well.

Dear readers, I'd like to ask for prayers for the family I work for, the Hansens. This week, the elder Mr. Hansen passed away. He will be missed by his family, friends, students, and all who knew him. I adored and loved Mr. Hansen like another grandfather. He was kind, gentle, and so thoughtful in everything he did. I will never forget the long talks we had as we worked side by side to pick currents, or the times I helped him in the kitchen on those early cider day mornings. He was a wonderful Christian man and loved his family dearly. Prayers for the Hansens right now. <3 There will be no Mornelly post tomorrow, I will be working up at the orchard. You can read a little more about Mr. Hansen here:  Hansen's Orchard