by Charity Lee Jennings | Jan 17, 2018
My daughter was already pained that I wasn’t getting any surprises for Christmas, when we arrived at the store. Close your eyes, she said, and hid something in the cart. I smiled, then wondered what the sales clerk thought when I turned my back while my daughter...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Nov 29, 2017
Here it is: my baby bonsai. Have you read the inspiration behind Baby Bonsai?
by Charity Lee Jennings | Aug 10, 2017
Grandma’s Gallery – drawn at age 84 “People think I traced,” grandma said with a chuckle as she showed me her newest collection of artwork, “but I drew these myself.” ——– “I’m 84 years old and I can touch my...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 28, 2017
I’ll let Blossom watch a movie. An hour and a half of peace. Life hasn’t been peaceful lately. Learning to parent through the teen years, and tutoring my boys in challenging subjects like physics and pre-algebra is forcing me to new heights. Toss in visa runs every...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Apr 6, 2017
My son ran ahead, the red dirt of the road under his Thomas the Train runners, the sun reflecting off his white-blonde hair. I smiled, blissfully unaware of the danger ahead. We had found a dirt road, nearly deserted, and finally escaped the watching eyes of new...
by Charity Lee Jennings | Jan 25, 2017
Kids, ready to be released for the biggest holiday of the year, chanted a poem that told of the series of days that would carry them to Chinese New Year. The first special day, when they ate Eight Treasure Porridge, had already passed. Now they anticipated the...
