A Month of Sundays
I remember the Sundays of my growing up days… A savory Roast in the oven, the table set with all the lovely linens, cloth napkins, and fine china… we children dining in our best clothes.… Read More A Month of Sundays
The Poetry of White
Like the purity of a fresh blanket of snow, this color soothes the soul and seems to encourage peace and rest. … Read More The Poetry of White
In Acceptance Lies Peace
We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.” … Read More In Acceptance Lies Peace
The Attitude-Impaired Morning
I never do well staying up late at night. Last night I was out until after 11:30 pm with some friends… Support, we call it…
At Panera Bread. It was wonderful, and although I promised myself I would leave on the dot at 9pm,
I stayed until the vacuuming was completed at the Restaurant.
… Read More The Attitude-Impaired Morning
Plenty enough to Give: Gravy at the Thanksgiving Table
I forget what works after a year of sleeping at night, and the practice helps, plus it helps to have Extra meat for Dressing. … Read More Plenty enough to Give: Gravy at the Thanksgiving Table
November Traditions
It is difficult to remain tranquil when there is conflict with what one hears from the culture, and what one knows is truly best.… Read More November Traditions
Dabbling in Dirt
From the time I could hold a trowel, I have loved to garden. I am grateful to have come from a long line of great gardeners on both sides of my family. Grandmothers, aunts, sister, and cousins have shared cherished family seeds and cuttings, and handed down the secrets of excellent gardening to each new… Read More Dabbling in Dirt
Childhood Sanctuary
As my Mother sat near me in her own chair, reading a book, the strength of womanhood was instilled in me for life. … Read More Childhood Sanctuary
Sacred Days
And so, on this day, I celebrate. I praise my God for allowing this child to live inside of me, if only for a little while. I thank Him for giving me the privilege of becoming a Mother. I am so grateful that I was given the ability to carry a baby, to experience those feelings of hope and anticipation that all other expecting mothers know. It was one of the sweetest seasons of my life, truly. I shall never regret those days, nor will I blame or doubt or fear.… Read More Sacred Days
A Smiling Summer Begins
“There is a smiling summer here, which causes birds to sing.” -Emily Dickinson … Read More A Smiling Summer Begins
Blue Willow 