We like old things. I'm not sure when it started but my husband and I share a love for vintage things. Our favorite old things are from family members and remind us of them. I have the tiny vase from his grandmother's house that holds one flower. I have a plaster piece of artwork of… Continue reading Bugs and Plows
In recent days, I find myself once again grieving for people I've never met, people whose lives were suddenly shattered with violence, people in public places, people praying, people believing they were safe in their daily lives. Often when this happens, I do not know what to do. I wish for someone to blame. In… Continue reading Choose Love
Sometimes I think we are at war. At war with the environment. At war with each other. At war with other countries. At war with whoever disagrees with us. At war with those who are different...even with those in our own families. Yesterday, we all got word of another mass shooting, in another place where… Continue reading Is This War?
I walk every day. It is partially for physical reasons, partially for spiritual and emotional reasons and partially because my dog is addicted and will not let me do otherwise. She does not understand the concept of a day off from walking or rain or hot or cold. So, we walk. Sometimes when I walk,… Continue reading Infuse Me With Peace
I just made a homemade Valentine for my husband. I'm a left-handed person who has always been terrible at cutting things out. It all goes back to elementary school when they gave lefties those green-handled scissors. Why did they do that? What magic were those rubber green handles were supposed to create? Whatever it was, all they did for… Continue reading Wear Love