The Word Was Weary
When I sat down last night to write a message for you for this morning, one word came to mind. The word was weary. I was feeling weary. I know you feel that way sometimes. I’m guessing that you feel…
When I sat down last night to write a message for you for this morning, one word came to mind. The word was weary. I was feeling weary. I know you feel that way sometimes. I’m guessing that you feel…
Ray and I like to share window beauties with each other. He recently encouraged me to see the fog rising above the river. I had already noticed how pretty the wet blowing leaves were in the front yard during a…
Danielle waits for her soldier son to come home from the Middle East. Daphne waits for her twenty-something son to be called back to his job after a layoff. Samantha waits for serious surgery. Molly waits for her son to…
So how do you feel about being a homeschooling mama? I have met a few extremely self-confident homeschooling mamas in the thirty years since I became a homeschooling mama myself. I have met thousands of homeschooling mamas who wonder if…
Last weekend Ray and I visited a Nature Conservancy site called Washmorgan Hollow. Washmorgan Hollow is hidden away beside a road I used to travel to a self-pick blueberry farm — so hidden away that Ray and I passed the…
For fifteen years or so, I’ve been watching the yellow rose bush in our garden bloom every spring and again later in the season. Yesterday, to my delight, I noticed the first yellow rose of the season. Ray and I…