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
There was a brief respite at the beginning of the month, a few days where… Read the postOf Unicorns and Tea Parties…
The question came to me from two sources this past week, gentle sources, from people… Read the postWhat do I miss most and the unpredictability of grief.
The days leading up to Christmas are sometimes more difficult that the day itself, and… Read the postA New Year. A sigh of relief, and more rose buds.
All the last week of advent I watched from our kitchen window roses bloom on… Read the postChristmas Roses and another sort of visit…
That singular question is why I want to live in my closet for the next… Read the postSo, are you ready for Christmas?
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
