Tag: alli May

  • Welcome To The Whispering Inkwell Alli May

    Welcome To The Whispering Inkwell Alli May

    Alli May came crashing into our lives one blustery winter day. Literally. The way she tells it, she miscalculated the time of her arrival for Woodstock and got thrown off course. Somehow this apparently led to her being tossed, not so gently, through time and space, only to get spat out onto our doorstep on…

  • Squirrel Mail…You Know, Like Snail Mail… But Much Faster

    Squirrel Mail…You Know, Like Snail Mail… But Much Faster

    Today started out kind of rough. When I woke up this morning, I knew instantly that the price of going to the reunion had come due. My head was just killing me. Basically it felt like my head was trying to explode. I took some stuff, sat in my chair, and put an ice pack…

  • Two Months On THe Clock

    Two Months On THe Clock

    Hey there, I am checking in once again from the Author’s desk. The calendar pages are turning at a rather brisk velocity over here; by my calculations, your countdown has officially dropped from 113 days down to exactly two months on the clock. In that span of time, the local chronicles have been so thoroughly…

  • Immediately Fell In Love

    Immediately Fell In Love

    My dear boy, I do hope that you are doing well. You are in my thoughts and prayers every day. Zeke and I often pray together that God would keep you safe along your journey and bring godly people into your path. I truly hope that you are continuing to make every effort to keep…

  • My Circus, My Monkeys ≠ My Problem

    My Circus, My Monkeys ≠ My Problem

    With everything going on this last couple weeks, I imagine that this batch of letters are going to be a little bit later than I had intended them to be. It’s been a lot. I had learned one thing for sure throughout the last couple of weeks though, and that is that June is a…

  • Are We On…Vacation?!

    Are We On…Vacation?!

    We are… wait for it… on vacation. Dun. Dun. Dun. Amazing. Unbelievable. And for one moment, I am all alone, enjoying my solitude. It’s my one minute of peace. One that is sure to be short lived once Frank gets done exploring the little apartment that we are staying in for this trip.

  • The Unfinished Entries

    The Unfinished Entries

    I wonder, over the years, how many of my journal entires actually look relatively complete? I’ve noticed that there have been several entries that have dropped off in the middle of a sentence over the years. It makes me wish that I could go back in time and see what caused so many disruptions….