“If a thing’s worth doing . . .”
“If a Thing’s Worth Doing . . .” “If a thing’s worth doing, it’s worth doing . . .” The voice on the radio paused. I could almost hear my mother’s voice finish the sentence, “. . . well.” The principle was so ingrained in my thinking that even the speaker’s expectant...
Beauty?
Life was beautiful … until I turned eight. That summer my family moved from our home in the woods of Oregon’s Coastal Range where the evergreens and wildflowers grew naturally in lavish abundance. We moved to southeastern Washington where the desert was being divided...Helen’s New Book is Here!
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