If I do not commit this to writing, I will lose the resolution until sometime… Read the postPray, hope, and don’t worry…St. Padre Pio
All the last week of advent I watched from our kitchen window roses bloom on… Read the postChristmas Roses and another sort of visit…
A new record for us, we drove in, drove up, drove by, stopped, sawed, tossed… Read the postEleven Minutes at the Christmas Tree Farm
Four days with Ryan…four unhurried days of kitchen talk, dining room table visits, a rare… Read the postThe Best Medicine…ever.
We just arrived home from placing wreaths on Justin’s, Mom and Dad’s, and Vincent’s graves.… Read the postOf wreaths and easels
I have been moved beyond words by some of the articles and posts that I… Read the postHe is still teaching.
Doug and I have become masters at the one minute date, you’ve heard of the one… Read the postThe Sometime Joy of Miscommunication…
My heart takes “photos” and stores them away. I learned to “stop action” on certain… Read the postPhotos of My Heart, My Last Two Hugs
