I am deeply grateful for parents who took me to church “every time the doors were open.” That decision—or rather, that series of hundreds and hundreds of decisions—poured eternal lessons into my heart, soul, and mind. Granted, it was easier…
Ray and I had a delightful outing on Saturday. In the morning, we watched two of our grandsons play basketball. It was extra fun to hold our newest grandbaby for most of the game, to see the boys’ team win…
I admire my friend Judy. During our recent state to state text chat, she told me that she was trying to finish her Christmas shopping. She said, “I know it’s still early but my deadline has always been wrapped by…
Yesterday I came across these adorable embroidered linens from 1943, which are in the collection of the Smithsonian Institution’s Anacostia Community Museum in Washington, D.C. They are part of a days-of-the-week needlecraft kit. According to the description on the Smithsonian…
Ray probably wonders sometimes what in the world I am going to ask him to do next. I recently strapped a toy drum around my neck and asked him to snap my picture. The reason was simple enough. I had…
Ray and I returned home last evening from a getaway to New Harmony, Indiana. We drove up on Thursday before our son and his family joined us on Friday. We had taken our children there many years ago before they…
