“The people who say dreams never come true must have been asleep when opportunity knocked.-brewer” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Now here I am, living in the land of tall pine trees and red dirt hills” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Mother used to say if you stood out in a rain like that; it would wash away your sins-” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Without a plan in your head or a penny in your pocket, you best have a prayer in your heart-” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Curiosity can be as dangerous as a butterfly hovering over a flame.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Those that are in the state of widowhood must resist the temptations of their youth.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I toss pretty words up in the air and if I am lucky, they will fall gracefully upon my pages-nancy b. brewr” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Dread not to climb the mountain, for the higher you rise, your load will lighten; for once on top, easy be the… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Just yesterday I stood at the window and watched him run across the field like a young deer. He is thin and… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“{In the shadows where the ancestors sleep, the bird's song is young, but all else is old. Stillness surrounds me and I… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“It appears to me that man must always have war. When one great rebellion ends, another will begin. Do they fight for… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Do not try to understand love, control it or hold it. Although love is humble, it is strong and suffers all, And… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I wonder if it is possible to escape the clinches of despair; or would despair become the hunter and reclaim me as… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“It was a beautiful Indian summer morning and perfect for savoring a few extra minutes in bed. There was a breeze blowing… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Our passion for fear consumes us and gives birth to the imaginary. Once fear is unleashed, it feeds upon us and rips… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“~The spirit of a woman~ Is softer than the morning breeze, Tough as nails and strong as steel, But flexible as the… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Have you forgotten me? by Nancy B. Brewer The bricks I laid or the stitches I sewed. I was the one that… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“The real Sallie has returned and her portrayal of Mother has disappeared” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I turned to see a young woman with bed hair, wearing a only a thin nightdress.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Respect the past, trust in the future and believe in the power of the imagination.-” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Her voice is as soft as a bubbling brook and there is an undeniable holiness surrounding her.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Desperate and lonely, I was determined to find solace in the arms of another” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I held my head back and looked upward. The moon was hidden and only a lone star dared to break through the… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“I recall the words, the faces, the stale perfume and the pungent odor that filled the room..” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Don't confess to being a fool or a wise man; let others decide for you” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“As I held the family Bible in my hand and I could almost feel the joys and sorrows that connected me to… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Once opening the door was a promise of happiness, now my surroundings seem to have appointed me the keeper of sadness.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“My darling, My day’s sweetest moments are at dawn, for I awake with dreams of you still in my head. As the… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
