by Valorie Quesenberry | Jan 16, 2018 | abortion, babies, coffee, hamburgers, hope, January, pregnancy, sanctity of life, short story, special needs, waitress, White Castle, winter
sliders by the sack I work the night shift; eleven to seven. That means I see a sampling of the people, vocations and tragedies in my city. Nurses on their way home from the ER or surgery or cancer ward stop for a high-carb snack. Garbage truck drivers come in...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 24, 2017 | Bethlehem, birth, Christ, Christmas, December, Jesus, Joseph, manger, Mary, Nativity, short story
I rubbed my swollen stomach and grimaced as my foot slipped on a loose stone in the road. Dust swirled around my sandals and clung to my clothing. The crowd of people traveling with us grew with each mile. Surely that meant we were nearing our destination. By sheer...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 22, 2017 | Christmas, December, hospital, newborn, NICU, nurse, short story
Christmas Eve. Sure enough, not a creature was stirring, but that was because it was 11:00 pm in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit of Parkland Memorial Health Center and the little ones were too sick to be active. McKendra Gordon sank into an empty swivel chair at...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 19, 2017 | books, Christmas, Christmas Carol, December, library, short story, words
The library had a different kind of quiet today. Emma could feel the holiday spirit just under the surface in the youngsters who jostled past her desk on their way to the children’s department. Christmas was only 3 weeks away, and the town was bursting with holiday...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 18, 2017 | Christmas, December, farms., mason jar. teachers, Midwest, missions, short story, traditions
(an old-fashioned tale of the season)It started quite simply, as many times these things do. A quart of soup in a Mason canning jar seems such an insignificant thing but don’t try to say that to a little farming community in the Midwest. They won’t hear you. They...
