About Lily

Welcome to my page!  You might think I sound silly, but at heart I feel as though I’m still a teen.  My heart swells when I see and experience sweet things.  I still remember the first kiss, where it happened, the boy’s name, and the excitement I felt.  Whether it is the first kiss or the first time you Dared to Dream, my hope is you feel the same experience when you read my stories.


Five fun facts:

1)      My first kiss happened in front of my first grade teacher’s desk with Michael T.

2)      My first love rode his bike seven miles to my house in the snow to see me.

3)      I knew the moment my now husband kissed me that I would marry him.  It caught me so off guard that I didn’t speak to him for days.

4)      I live with my husband of nineteen years, our nearly eighteen year old son, fourteen year old daughter, my ten year old Aussie named Birdie, and two cats named KC and Jacob…also known as Pothole and Scaredy Cat.

5)      I truly began Daring to Dream in 2005 when I took a writing aptitude test.


I recently found new inspiration when my son left for the Army. During our last conversation before he lost his phone and began Basic Training he asked me for a favor. Me? I was worried he was going to ask me not to sign my letters to him ‘Love, Mom’. But that wasn’t the case at all. Instead he asked be to write him short stories. Over the past several weeks I’ve written him 6. In honor of all the young men and women willing to sacrifice themselves for the love of our country and protection of our rights and weaker nations, I’m sharing the first story with you. Hope you enjoy.

The Adventures of Tucker and Tori

 Brown and Green Soldiers

“The brown Army soldiers are yours today, Tori.” Tucker leaned back against the oak tree and watched the water roll by in the creek. He hoped today was the day his little sister would let him have the green Army soldiers without too much of a fuss.

Tori held the soldier with a grenade launcher. Her tiny fingers wrapped around him. “But I don’t like brown.”

“The colors don’t mean anything, Tori.” He picked up two Army soldiers and set them up next to the green tank he’d placed near a tree root running along the creek bank.

Tori sat up on her knees and tugged at her blue and white checkered dress.

Why did little sisters need to be so difficult? “Fine, Tori, you can have the green soldiers today, but tomorrow it’s my turn.”

“Thank you, Tucker.” She smiled as she began trading her soldiers for his; stopping briefly to exam the green nail polish Mom had painted her nails with yesterday.

“You’re welcome,” he groaned.

After placing all their Army soldiers where they wanted them, the fun began.

Tucker pretended the tank, he replaced near the tree root, shot a missile at the stick wall Tori had built to protect her soldiers. He even exploded his hands outward, knocking over a few sticks in the process. His cheeks puffed out. “Pow!” The word sounding harsh and gravelly as it shot from his lips.

Tori knocked two of her green soldiers over while making a painful sound of injured soldiers. Then she grabbed her soldier holding a tall pipe used to shoot bombs. “Pop!” she screamed and in an arching motion, her finger moved from the tip of the pipe through the air, and landed on his tank. She made a big show to knock it over along with four of his soldiers.

The battle raged on until Tori had no soldiers standing.

“That was fun. Can we play again tomorrow?” She asked. Instead of picking up the green soldiers she played with today, she picked up the brown ones he used and tucked them into her own toy bag.

“Sure,” Tucker said, barely able to hid his joy. Tomorrow it would be his turn to play with the green soldiers and Tori wouldn’t fuss.

“Great.” She jumped to her feet and disappeared into the house.

Tucker listened to her call for their mom as the screen door slammed shut. He swung his legs over the creek bank and let his bare feet dangle in the cold water. At times, his five-year old sister annoyed him, but when she willing played Army, she made him the happiest boy in the world.

The next morning Tucker found Tori already outside by the oak tree. Her blonde hair, a shade lighter than his, was pulled back into a loose ponytail. The kind of ponytail he like to pull when she annoyed him. Hopefully that wouldn’t happen today. Hopefully she would let him play with the green soldiers.

Tucker crossed the wooden bridge to the front side of their yard and tried to sneak up on his little sister.

Just as he was ready to pounce on her, she spoke. “Morning, Tucker! Look at what I did!”

She leaned sideways so he could see her soldiers. They no longer looked much different than the soldiers he carried in his bag. Tori had taken her green nail polish and painted each one of them.

“Nice, Tori! Now we both have green soldiers.”

“Mom helped me,” she said with a grin.

“You did a great job.” Tucker sat down across from her and began placing his non-shiny soldiers in the exact places they were the day before.

“Can I fire first?” Tori asked.

“Sure. Let’s see what your green soldiers can do. I bet they win.”

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