I needed to take a moment. I’m finding a place to write about the longings and small, meaningful interactions that happen in your busy day. A Love That Lives in the Small Moments The melody drifts through the room, soft and familiar, Carol King’s “Home Again” playing from a speaker nearby. My memory stretches back,…
Category: Grandma Louise P. Lloyd
Writings and Prayers from Grandma Louise
I’ll Fly Away
While in Southport, NC, I visited the farmer’s market and so enjoyed the varied artists and items for sale. One of my favorites was a vendor who sold repurposed glass designed into a picture or scene inside a repurposed frame. She shared that she goes to yard sales and estate sales to gather items and…
Wind Beneath My Wings
As I’ve grown older and moved through so many transitions and phases of motherhood, I’m reflective and fascinated by the role of a mother in a child’s life. There are traditions, cultural responses, and generational patterns that cultivate and define motherhood that is unique to each family; yet, I do believe that some aspects transcend…
The Magic Indian Stick
THE MAGIC INDIAN STICK THIS STORY WAS TOLD BY THE CARVER OF THE MAGIC INDIAN STICK – EUGENE PIERCE I was nine years old when Grandpa came to live with us. The timing was right for a boy who had three older sisters and a dad who worked long hours to take care of all…
The Red Jeep
To my brother Eugene Pierce From Louise Pierce Lloyd This story is not about biking but there is no way I could write this story without talking about my brother’s love for biking. You see my brother is talented in so many areas. He started biking long before he could purchase his red jeep. As…
ARRESTED BY GRACE 