Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 48.1 — Mole Talks to the Queen

Ch 48.1 – Mole tore into the gingerbread. She had never tasted anything so delicious. She finished the large square in a minute and sucked the honey off her fingers. The woman beside her handed her a water skin, and she drank greedily. At last she noticed that the others were staring at her. She…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 43.3 — Mr. Dumfries and the Magic Scissors

Ch. 43.3 -- After what seemed like hours, Janine heard the front door open and close. A white-bearded man leaned over and peered at her through his spectacles. “Hello there, Janine.” She blinked back her tears. “I’m so glad to see you, Mr. Dumfries.” “Felix was very insistent. Seems this cat has developed a fondness…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 34.2 — A Meal in the Cave

Ch. 34.2 -- Matthew and his companions sat around the fire on logs, watching as the woman poured them each a mug of hot wine that steamed and smelled oh so good. For a moment no one said anything. They drank it down. Matthew felt the warmth spread all the way to his toes. The…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch 18.2 to 18.3 — Janine Uses her Wits to Escape Being Eaten

Ch. 18.2 Hatching Day -- “Get out of my nest,” said the Jubjub bird. “Now you’ve got human stink all over my eggs. It’s bad enough that humans throw rocks and shoot arrows at us all the time, but now you’re creeping around at night and sleeping in our nests too.” She flapped her enormous…

Jay B. R. Wokky Ch. 13.4 and 13.5 — Down A Secret Passageway and Butterfingers

Chapter 13.4 Down A Secret Passageway --  Ezra ducked into an alcove, crawled behind the suit of armor, pushed the lever down, and then slipped through the opening in the back into the secret passageway. “Ezra!” Franklin bellowed as he raced past. Ezra chuckled. No matter how many times he did this, Franklin always fell…

I Eat Books

I eat books. For breakfast, along with my cereal, fruit, and milk, I eat the bread of life found in the scriptures. For lunch, along with a peanut butter and jam sandwich, I’ll add a chapter or so of Harry Potter, or perhaps a chunk of the Dead Sea Scrolls (in English). Afternoons, I need…

Christmas Traditions

Our family has many Christmas traditions. Holiday songs and traditional carols fill the air. The house and tree are decorated with lights, the teddy bears wear their Christmas scarves, and there’s always a new nutcracker standing by the doorway to guard our home. A handmade, wooden Nativity is set up where the children can see…

On Gratitude

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...” So Charles Dickens begins A Tale of Two Cities, published in 1859. As I look back on my life, I discover the same thing. Each phase is made up of both good and bad experiences, and what we take from both becomes our…