Hillcrest Cottage

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Hillcrest Cottage

I write about my life past and present. I love to enjoy the everyday moments when woven together form 'life'. I frequently press the 'pause button' and say to myself, &quot;This is life...<em>my</em> life. Not life like I think it should be or life like it once was, but my life <em>now.&quot; </em>Then, I try to make the most of what I have been given.<br /> My writing is centered upon my boys, my house, my pets, and every day moments. I want my readers to put themselves into my stories and identify with me, to laugh, to cry, and to be better people for having been my reader.<br /> <br />

Stories by Hillcrest Cottage

My babies were birthed in a rhythmic pattern every couple of years. After the third boy, my husband bought a personalized license plate which read,...
I still use “film.” Every time I buy a new roll I wonder how long it will be before film passes away like home movie reels and Polaroid...
I can hear the Quiet this morning. A repetitive bird chirps in the back yard. Rhythmic drips from the kitchen faucet. An occasional car noise. Mac...
Life fades. The normal course is not to have things ripped away. Trauma comes in ripping, but the fading leaves quietly without notice. In peaceful...
On my grade school playground the longest line was always for the merry-go-round. To be in line next to the fastest boy was good because he would...
Getting Stuart’s driver’s license was a three-year quest. In hindsight, I know that I started him too soon, even though it’s legal...
Have you ever waited a long time for something bad to happen? The bad thing is not desired, yet relief occurs when the event has passed. Such was the...
On Clayton’s first full day of kindergarten I carefully packed the perfect lunch and placed it in his metal Godzilla lunch box. Tucked beneath...
Does everyone really get the same amount of time each day ... the same twenty-four hours? When I get to the end of each day, I am always disappointed...
My high school junior year was the first “Greatest Year of My Life.” I say “first” because I’ve had many other “...
Flea markets and old books are my favorite combination. One Saturday morning, happy and nicely dressed children politely pouring tea for one another...
My babies were birthed in a rhythmic pattern every couple of years. After the third boy, my husband bought a personalized license plate which read,...
Someone stole my bicycle, and that’s really mean. It was a brand new bike that was found at my favorite neighborhood shop called Hillcrest Junk...
There was a coup in my carpool this morning. Rebels threatened to overthrow the control of my Eddie Bauer Expedition. Historians will call it the...
Summer vacation is over, but it was 107 degrees today. Go figure. Soon, I’ll be grabbing hot dogs at the football field and juggling homework...

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