Whatever this day finds you facing, remember to weave a little love through it all. Today began with strong coffee, a reminder of unity and variety in the spiritual gifts we're all given (1 Corinthians 12, look it up, it's good stuff) and an ancient prayer: "Oh God, who art the Author of love and … Continue reading Love.
An ancient book of prayers, a not so old mandolin, and a hot cup of fresh coffee. It was among these things that I greeted this Tuesday morning. I could play the strings, but to do so would interrupt the morning chorus from the resident birds. Perhaps another day I would attempt to play along, … Continue reading The music of morning
If I could share one scene from my day today with you all, it would be from the morning drive. Just off Snow Camp Road is a field full of green young leaves. Maybe soybeans, maybe sorghum, beautiful and lush regardless. It’s not my usual route anymore, so I try to go a bit slower … Continue reading Monday morning scenes
It's been a while since I actually broke out my cake decorating kit. Sure, we've had a series of birthdays, parties, mother's days, and all kinds of reasons to bake, but I kept putting it off until now. Today is our 25th wedding anniversary. This milestone year seemed like the perfect time to play around … Continue reading An Irish Anniversary Cake
The saying goes "A picture is worth a thousand words" sometimes though, we hold memories that no picture could ever contain. It had been just over a month since we met Nichole, a young pregnant girl, wanting to find a married couple to adopt her child. My husband and I were lucky enough to be … Continue reading Meeting Nicholas
We Made It! 2017 has arrived! What should we do first? Accept new challenges? Learn new skills and talents? Resolve to make great and lasting changes and generally shake up the status quo? Perhaps, soon, but not today. For me, the first day of January is set aside for tradition. For the better … Continue reading Hello New Year, Let’s Have Lunch….
"You haven't made your cheesecake in a while" my husband said as I was searching recipes online. He was right - I hadn't made it in a couple of years. Right then, my 17-year-old son joined in "I don't really remember your cheesecake". Well. That was that. Some weekends just require cheesecake. I come … Continue reading Some weekends require cheesecake