Every Little Thing

Recently, as Ray and I bustled to get ready for the day, I walked by as he stood with two little prep bowls and our bottles of supplements. Every morning he opens those bottles and drops in our daily doses.…
Recently, as Ray and I bustled to get ready for the day, I walked by as he stood with two little prep bowls and our bottles of supplements. Every morning he opens those bottles and drops in our daily doses.…
I really will quit writing about the Great Smoky Mountains, but while I was finding those photos of Smoky Mountain species the other day, I ran across a picture of the seed pods of the Hearts-a-Bustin’ plant and wanted to…
American sculptor John Rogers was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1829 and died in New Canaan, Connecticut, in 1904. Rogers sculpted in bronze and often depicted scenes from everyday life. From molds of his sculptures, Rogers produced plaster casts and…
Ray and I grew up in Tennessee, moved to Kentucky for Ray to go to graduate school, and moved first to Mississippi and later to Illinois when he was in full time ministry. In 1993 we moved back home to…
One day as I was chatting with a homeschooling mama whom I’ll call Dee, we did what we mamas love to do—talked about our children. One time, when some of Dee’s adult children were at home for a visit, they…
My family got our first telephone when we moved into town when I was four years old. It was a black table model with a rotary dial. We rented it from the telephone company, just like everybody else. If we…