What Time Again?
I woke up with a start. The train had pulled into the station and the conductor yelled for Chicago. Trying to avoid rubbing my eyes,
I woke up with a start. The train had pulled into the station and the conductor yelled for Chicago. Trying to avoid rubbing my eyes,
The loss, the tears, the grief, The pain that seems to grow. The broken, bleeding hearts That splintered by this blow. They say You’re on
Grief. I’m not sure it’s something that any of us know how to process. Not really. Even when it’s expected, it tends to manage to
I’d heard that April Hayman had been looking for her hero, Hugh; that somehow or other, he had disappeared from the pages of her book,
The beans, that is. After all, I was too distracted to even respond properly to my interrogator, much less say something I wasn’t supposed to.
Today is the third day of release fun for the first book in the Ever After Mysteries, The Last Gasp. I’m quite excited about this
“…Rumpelstiltskin.” I looked up at the grinning blue eyed little girl, her blonde hair dancing around her shoulders. I don’t recall for certain what she
It is Thanksgiving 2020. This year has been a difficult year for so many. Regardless of your political views, opinions on masks and lockdowns, level
Rebekah Ryberg nee Jones, is first and foremost a follower of the Living God. She started writing as a little girl, seeking to glorify the Lord with her books and stories….