If Stones Could Talk... Coupled With Some Baby Talk

    We met on a beach in Northwest Florida. I had not planned on coming to the picnic to hang with a group of boys from MBA and Vanderbilt, ...

This is the first Mother's Day without my Momma who went home to be with the Lord on the day before Easter, just three weeks ago. It is...

   The Daughter has a wonderful neighbor who in addition to serving as friend and surrogate grandmother is an author, photographer and artis...

  Lent. A time of reflection. Waiting upon God. Practicing the gift of sacrificial love which knows no bounds. I view Lent as a communal gra...

    Wishful thinking at my house...    Consistency with daily tasks is not one of my better traits. I will leave the unfolded laundr...

   I go looking for Easter in Walgreen's. Even though one might be fooled, it is not there among the Peeps, the plastic baskets, and the...

    My daughter-in-law is doing a woodland themed baby nursery. The inspiration for her design came from a fabric she found with trees and t...