Web: The information accessed via the internet.
Log: The official recording of events during a voyage by sea or air.
Blog: A shortening and combining of the term web log, referring to a webpage or site where someone writes regularly and informally about personal opinions, activities, and experiences.
My disclaimer –
Under this tab so boldly marked Blog, you’ll find little stories I’m writing from my life and imagination. Stories that may contain personal opinions, activities, and experiences, but—I don’t want to mislead you—this page simply doesn’t fit the log of my voyage by web description.
So, I’ve got an idea for a more accurate name.
Bstories.
Let me know if you like it.
The Promise
Sam Johnston gingerly stretched his legs to their full length, eyes shut tight against the morning. “Sam? You awake?” Sam responded with silence. With any luck, his wife would give up and let him sleep a few more minutes. But the undeterred Stella tried again, louder....
The Music
The topic for discussion that Wednesday night was, as usual, Madeleine’s wasted life. This is not my favorite discussion topic. Probably because I am the Madeleine in question.
Stories Between Friends – Joanna Kenyon
What the Brook Knew Joanna Kenyon and I got to be friends while playing hooky from a session at the Inspire Christian Writers Conference at Mount Hermon earlier this year (now with a new name). Fancy coffee drinks, conversation, and tears offered the antidote...
How to Dress for Your High School Reunion – Advice from a Wrinkled Cheerleader
My 40th class reunion is approaching fast. Pressing me to lose that extra five pounds or somehow squeeze into something flattering. Tempting me to think of my life in terms of labels rather than stories.
A Week of Fire and Flood
Maybe he didn’t experience the fear of evacuation or the inconveniences of power outages, but here was a man who, in the days before the worst of that weather display, had gone through three years of drought, a campfire competition far beyond any Eagle Scout’s merit badge experiences, and a foot race under a sky black with clouds and heavy rain.
Stories Between Friends – John Tate
She lifted her eyes and said, “Pastor, I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told another soul in my entire life. Then with a sweet little smile, she declared, “God and I have been very close ever since the afternoon of my wedding day.”