tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20226942143302542722012-02-16T21:25:22.800-05:00Grab a cup of coffee, sit down with me, relax, and enjoy! This is a collection of my short stories from everyday life experiences that are meant to create a little laughter and a'bit of thinking.Angela Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875403609398623672noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022694214330254272.post-51698614130540246812010-03-11T10:26:00.045-05:002010-03-15T12:16:06.474-04:00

A couple of days ago I volunteered to take 18 of the sweetest first graders to lunch for teacher appreciation day. All of the teachers got to partake in a feast at an "undisclosed" location in the building. I love volunteer days because I always get lots of hugs and I am a hugger, so my tank is FULL when I leave school! You know how it is. You walk into school and you see the twinkle in all of

Angela Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875403609398623672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022694214330254272.post-10309874578215595372010-02-14T22:18:00.006-05:002010-02-17T20:39:05.756-05:00

I haven’t posted a blog in a LONG time (over 1 month!). Where has the time gone? I have been entrenched, cranking out a new picture book manuscript; and, it is my first Christian one. YEAH! I have it memorized and even my girls do. I love to hear them chant their favorite lines while walking around the house or during play. I walk around, head held high, pretending that they are reading it for

Angela Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875403609398623672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022694214330254272.post-53223598586745634902010-01-07T22:57:00.013-05:002010-02-05T22:09:56.399-05:00

Try to imagine for a moment that you are hearing impaired. Please cover your ears. Can you hear anything? Maybe you can hear your breaths or possibly your heartbeat? Walk around for minute, ears still covered tight. Instead of straining to hear, relax and take a deep breath. Try to feel each footstep that you take. Can you feel the reverberation of your dog’s footsteps on the hardwood floor, a

Angela Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875403609398623672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022694214330254272.post-60958238694360109562009-12-13T12:57:00.012-05:002010-01-26T19:48:57.618-05:00

I thought it was a visit to the urgent care to pacify my budding, 7-year old, veterinarian’s curiosity of broken bones and casts. The exponential acceleration of whining and crying over the past 19 hours had driven me to a near nervous breakdown.You see, Sarah was invited to a little boy’s birthday party from her class, so Sarah only thought it was appropriate that her daddy escort her to the

Angela Simpsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875403609398623672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2022694214330254272.post-38372052043425693672009-12-12T15:34:00.014-05:002010-01-24T19:41:44.440-05:00

O.K., about me.My local roots are from the south central tobacco country and farm lands of Randolph, Virginia and the big city of Danville, Virginia. These roots technically belong to my parents, but since we spent practically every weekend visiting these areas into my young adult life, they will always be home to me. Besides, my sister and I were born and raised just 1-2 hours north of the "big"

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