Welcome to my blog
Hi! I’m Aubrey Breedlove, wife to a dashing businessman, mom of 5 (counting my daughter-in-love!), children’s author, songwriter, and journal collector. I love hugs, teacups, gathering berries into baskets, and searching for seashells with friends. Seeing a person’s handwriting, sloppy or skilled, feels like an honor, as do long conversations about Jesus, writing, literature, and life. I love my Bible and love to pray.
As you read, I hope you’re inspired in your creative pursuits and your walk with Jesus, and that you forge ahead with both, never giving up. If I know you, I love you. And if I don’t know you, I’m sure I would if I did.
– Anne Frank
“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”
- Poem of FriendshipApril 6, 2024 Dedicated with love to my Jacksonville-season friends. I’m thankful for all the Lord has done and continues to do through our friendship. 💗 A poem to keep in our hearts as each white handkerchief farewell commences… My beautiful friends are like dew-dotted roses, blue skies over gardens with pansies and posies. My… Continue Reading →
- House by the Seasideby Aubrey Breedlove Once there lived a house near the ocean. It was painted a lovely, buttercream yellow and its windows were trimmed in white. Tall pillars held its stacked balconies, which saw every sunset, and decks, which had full view of the sunrise in all its splendid colors. Inside were rooms and furniture, enough… Continue Reading →
- Freedom from GrammarYesterday after hearing Lizzie’s impressively long monologue about how pointless grammar is, and how it was only invented to make people’s lives a misery.. Lizzie.. “my life is a calamity.” Izaac, “do you live in Africa and are you starving to death?” Lizzie.. “I’m starving for freedom from school!” Izaac with a smile: “All you… Continue Reading →
- Yashunta- what??Yashuntafun. That is the name of the dirt road we lived on for 355 days from January 20, 2024 – January 10, 2025. Our house was reflective of the name of the street – old, out-of-the-way, and quirky – and visitors either loved it and were inspired by it, or didn’t say anything. Mature flowering… Continue Reading →
- Family Rivalry
I probably shouldn’t be telling you this. But there is a rivalry in my family. And this is why. Connoisseur One of us is a coffee connoisseur. With an expensive, consecrated hand grinder, a scale, a sleek pour over kettle, science-y coffee gadgets, fruit-noted beans stored in the freezer until ready for use, and hundreds… Continue Reading →
Aubrey's Journal & Stories 