Small Things
My mom, seeing my delight, said I should share a picture of my bread on my blog. She was sure I could come up with a moral to go with…
My mom, seeing my delight, said I should share a picture of my bread on my blog. She was sure I could come up with a moral to go with…
Today, finally, we put into action a plan of several weeks... I am sitting in a coffee shop with a toasted marshmallow latte beside me (decaf, of course), and my…
IT WAS A PRIVILEGE It was a privilege, little man, to celebrate your fourth birthday with you--just like it was a privilege to do Christmas with you and see the…
Note: random picture from pixaby, not my babies... 😊 It's funny how dreams sometimes combine who we are with who we once were--and who we hope to be and who…
I'm really not sure what I am going to write about today. I am sitting in a coffee shop in my little city of Wilkes-Barre, my favorite coffee shop here…
Perhaps I sadly butchered that over-used, oft-butchered quote from Shakespeare's Hamlet--if so, allow me to join the crowd. The question, you see, is not whether to be or not to…
I have never been a plant person. That is to say, I felt kindly towards plants, romanticized plants, and even occasionally was known to buy plants, but every plant ever…
“There is no difference, there is not one righteous…” I read from Romans last Saturday night, as I sat in the quiet living room at quarter of 11, waiting for…
I started out yesterday, trying to write an up-beat post about using time wisely and what that looks like in the life of a virtuous woman. I started out, but…
The story of my wedding day begins where so many other stories in my life have begun--in the red brick house on a farm in out-back Juniata County where I…