Heart of A War Bride

vintage war bride ring of love

Today I am linking with a Mom2MemphisAndRuby for Thrifty Finds Link Party. Hope over and see lots of other great finds…after you read this post and see mine. 😉 My name is Ade Johnson.  I was born in Brooklyn, New York  on a warm summer’s night in 1920.  I am the oldest of four children, three of us girls and my brother, Patrick.  He was

Oh Vanity of Vanities – Fiction Friday Revived

audrey hepburn

You may need a little background before you read this excerpt from my larger work of fiction (still very much in progress).  I drew inspiration from my own bad hair cut, wrote about it, and continued the story line.  It’s all purely fiction, but you can gain a little understanding if you go back and read about my bad hair cut.  Then you’ll understand where

Fiction Friday – Picture This

judy garland

“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”  ~ Judy Garland  Chapter 4  Tony sat on a park bench, far enough away not to get in the way, but close enough to see the curve of Lacy’s bottom in her designer jeans.  This isn’t the Lacy I know, but I

Fiction Friday, 10th Edition – It’s all I’ve got

flipflopsonporch1960s

I didn’t think this was good enough to show you last week and sadly, I haven’t changed one little word in it all week.  I haven’t even read over it.  So, forgive me for giving you the rough and undone.  It’s all I’ve got. Chapter 3 continued from week 8… “One of Mason’s boys gave me the address.  Since you wouldn’t answer your phone, I

Writing Inspiration – Fiction Friday #9

Today is Fiction Friday, but I’ll be honest, I’m not ready to share any more of my fiction.  It’s just not where it should be.  It’s riddled with mistakes and I don’t have the time to fix it right now.  I haven’t written anything on my work in progress (WIP) in almost a month.  Isn’t that terrible? I’m trying not to freak out over it. 

Fiction Friday: They Found the Murder Weapon

“There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.”  ~ Henry David Thoreau Chapter 3 Lacy looked over to her purse sitting in the front passenger seat of her Wrangler.  She heard its’ incessant ringing and debated taking the call, but she wasn’t in the mood for conversation today.  She just wanted to make it

Baked Potatoes & Exotic Vacations – Fiction Friday 6th Edition

I’m continuing the story, It’s Not My Life, from last week.  If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you’ll recognize that I’m weaving truth and fiction very closely.  I’m still not sure it’s a great idea, but many of you seemed to enjoy, so here’s page 2.  Hope everyone has a sunshiny weekend! ************* March 15, 2012 Crazy Acres is glowing