My Quiet Hero

Not everyone has the opportunity to have a real-life hero in their midst, but I am one of the lucky ones. I met my hero when I was just nine years old, and to this day, he remains an important part of my life.

I always wanted an older brother, and in many ways, God answered that prayer through Keith Lacy. He has always been in my corner, praying for me, encouraging me, lifting me up, and reminding me of God’s faithfulness.

Keith became my youth minister when I was a child, but over the years, he and his wife, Jan, became so much more than friends. They became family. We first met in California over fifty years ago, and somehow, through all the seasons, miles, changes, joys, and hardships of life, our friendship has remained strong. Now that our lives are connected in Colorado, I am even more grateful for the gift of Keith and Jan, a friendship rooted in faith, love, laughter, music, prayer, and the kind of loyalty that lasts a lifetime.

A Quiet Hero

This week’s writing prompt invites us to remember the quiet heroes in our lives—the people who may not have asked for attention, but whose love, strength, kindness, or steady example made a lasting difference. Sometimes a hero is not the loudest person in the room, but the one who shows up, works hard, loves faithfully, and leaves behind a legacy that continues to guide us. Think about someone in your family or community whose life deserves to be remembered.

Prompt: A Quiet Hero
Write about someone in your family who may not have received much attention but made a difference.

Please share your stories in the comments and link them here. Your memory may help honor a quiet hero whose story still deserves to be told.

Stay Young at Heart

Daily writing prompt
What’s the best advice you’d give to someone younger than you?

The advice I would give to someone younger than me is to stay young at heart, have fun, and enjoy the journey. Life moves quickly, and it is easy to rush through the days without noticing the little moments that make everything meaningful. Laugh often, take chances, love deeply, and hold on to the memories that made your life feel magical. In the end, those special moments become the stories you carry with you.

And on that note…I was thinking about my horse Beau; I miss him more than words can fully explain. He was more than just a horse to me; he was a gentle presence, a beautiful memory, and a part of my heart. I still think about him often, remembering the bond we shared and the quiet comfort he brought into my life. Because I miss him so much, I asked AI to create a picture of us together in a magical fairytale setting. Seeing us side by side in an enchanted forest felt like a sweet way to honor him and imagine, just for a moment, that we were together again in a place filled with beauty, peace, and light. Sweet memories.

And PS. I am trying to have some fun while I am stuck in bed today. I was scrolling through Facebook when an ad popped up about mystical photos of you and a favorite animal. So of course I thought about my Beau from long ago, and I decided to ask AI to create a fairytale photo of the two of us…lol..I better be careful..I could get used to this being lazy and having fun kinda day!

Anne Bradstreet: A Voice Across Generations

Anne Bradstreet, my 8x great-grandmother, holds a remarkable place in American literary history. Born Anne Dudley in England in 1612, she became one of the most important early English poets in North America and the first published writer in England’s North American colonies. As a Puritan wife, mother of eight, scholar, and poet, she balanced family life, faith, hardship, illness, and the challenges of colonial New England while still finding time to write. Her poetry reflected love, motherhood, grief, devotion, and strength, making her voice both deeply personal and historically powerful. More than three centuries later, Anne Bradstreet’s words still remind us that women’s stories have always mattered.

Dotty’s Journey: Family, Home, and the Places She Loved

Creating this infographic for my Mama, Dotty, felt like gathering pieces of her life and placing them gently together. From her Hotchkiss roots and wide-open ranch country to her years by the San Francisco Bay, each place helped shape the woman she became. Her story is filled with family, hard work, love, and the beautiful places that held her memories. Most of all, this keepsake honors the legacy she left behind; one carried forward through her children, her family, and the stories still being told.

A Legacy of Love and Loyalty

This week, I made an infographic about my Uncle Lyle. He was a great man with an ornery sense of humor and the biggest heart. He taught me about family loyalty, hard work, and kindness, not just through his words, but through the way he lived. He had a way of making people feel cared for, included, and never alone. Remembering him reminded me how much one person’s love, laughter, and quiet strength can shape a family.

This week’s prompt is “What He Taught Me.” Think about a father, grandfather, uncle, brother, friend, neighbor, or quiet hero who left a lasting mark on your life. What lessons did he teach you through his words, his actions, his humor, his strength, or the way he loved his family? Share a memory, a lesson, or a story about the man who helped shape who you are today. I would love for you to join in and add your own story to this week’s prompt.

What He Taught Me

This week’s writing prompt invites us to remember the men who shaped our lives—not always through grand speeches or big moments, but through the quiet lessons they lived every day. Maybe he taught you how to work hard, keep your word, fix what was broken, love your family, laugh through hard times, or stand steady when life felt uncertain. Whether he was a father, grandfather, uncle, brother, neighbor, teacher, or friend, his example may still echo in the way you live, love, and remember.

Prompt: What He Taught Me
What skill, value, habit, or lesson did an important man in your life pass down?

Please share your stories, poetry, or photos in the comments and link them here. Your memory may be the very story someone else needs to read. I will repost your writing and photos to my blog.