Barbara Gode Wiles
Bio
Barb is a young widow, having lost her husband and best friend at the age of 55. She is now devoted to her two daughters and her two beautiful granddaughters. Her dog is a constant companion.
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Childhood Memories Not Forgotten
The snow was falling and I could see Tommy & Eddie coming across the street. The day after Christmas was always Sledding Day on the hill. Everyone came to spend the day on the hill . . . toboggans, sleds, saucers, whatever they had used last year or had gotten new yesterday for Christmas.
By Barbara Gode Wiles5 months ago in Humans
Poppi's Secret
They were so excited to be moving into their first home. Diane had inherited this wonderful old colonial from her grandfather who had passed away last November. She had loved Poppi more than anyone in her life and was delighted he remembered how much she loved this old house.
By Barbara Gode Wiles5 months ago in Fiction
A Knock at the Door
Thump, thump, thump ….. Maggie knew that sound and her blood ran cold. He was here again. She hesitated before starting toward the door. Knowing she would find nothing but a pile of rib bones on her porch, she chose again to acknowledge his knock. The door was old and rusty and creaked accordingly as she slowly opened it.
By Barbara Gode Wiles5 months ago in Fiction
