For the past of two days, I’ve encountered the question, What’s Next? four times, in various ways. Of course, this is not the first time I’m hearing these words together or separately, but this is the first time the question stood like a peacock in my mind opening it glorious feathers spreading its ornamental blue,…
I was strolling through an antique shop a few weeks back when I spotted a tiny book — the size of my palm— on the shelf of a dollhouse. The title— The Embrace— caught my eyes and I pulled the tiny book from the shelf with my fingers. I flipped to a random page and…
A few years ago, we wrote RV Adventure at the top of our family’s New Year’s goals list. We went RV hunting, toured a few, fell in love, then the pandemic chomped two years out of our lives and we went nowhere. Our address for the nightFinally, last year, we rented a Winnebago and went…
I think of each year as a large wicker basket, woven with strands of love, given to me to fill with intangible gifts. I think of each month, as a a garden-- one I walk through swinging my basket by my side and stopping in each month to fill it with moments and experiences …
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen in about fifteen minutes, we’ll be having our children’s story time,” the woman announces over the intercom. When Markolee couldn't get enough of Mercy Watson Hubby and I are sitting in the magazine section of Barnes and Noble. He is turning the pages of an Art and Design magazine…
One bite of the blueberry muffin awakens a flavor-memory deep in my psyche archived in the folder titled: DELICIOUS! Zahara's Delicious Blueberry Muffin Zahara was eight years old when she asked if she could bake cookies by herself. “By myself,” she repeated slowly and with emphasis. I toiled over the dangers of the…