by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 16, 2019 | Christmas, Uncategorized
This short story is dedicated to my friend, LuRhe, in loving memory of her daughter, Jacinda Edwards Stetler, who was a devoted and beloved teacher. Tommy was dirty. His overalls were ragged. His hair had a cowlick that sprouted like new alfalfa on the back of his...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Dec 9, 2019 | Christmas
The day Sally Anne Jenkins stepped off the bus carrying her red suitcase, the world turned upside down. “That’s Bobby’s girl.” The townsfolk said. “Cutest couple you ever did see. And then he went and got himself kilt over in the war. Over there fighting the...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Nov 22, 2019 | Christmas
Jennilee looked forward every year to Christmas. Sure, it was her favorite time of year and her little café did better during the holidays than at any other time. And, best of all, it was a celebration of the Savior. But she looked forward to it for one other...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Nov 7, 2019 | story
History tells us that of the women who came over on the Mayflower, only four adult females, five teenage girls and a few younger girls remained in the Plymouth Colony to celebrate the first Thanksgiving. Most of them perished in the first few months. They were...
by Valorie Quesenberry | Sep 11, 2019 | 9/11
Today was the day. Justin took a sip of his black coffee and scribbled around the date on the large calendar covering his desk. The abortion was today. Tiffany wavered back and forth in her resolve to see this thing through. He should have stayed home from work and...
