Counting blessings one by one 492 - rag curls (before) 493 - rag curls (after) 494 - buckwheat pancakes with dandelion syrup 495 - the new w...

When I was a kid, I wanted long hair. What I got was a "pixie cut". Sigh. Some people look adorable with short hair. Sadly, I'...

I blame the red shoes. I found these sneakers in New Zealand, and I love them, love them, I do. The color is energizing. And when I wear t...

The boys bent, smiling. They picked the golden flowers, the flowers that flooded the world, dripped off lawns onto brick streets, tapped so...

"Possibly, I thought, as I set the miniature bouquet on the old trestle table, possibly God knows that if spring came all at once, we s...

In honor of this holy week, I'm reposting my oil pastel and little poem underneath, inspired by the wonderful quote from Bill Crowder. ...

When dad had enough of my endless chatter, he would hand me the salt shaker so he could read the newspaper and have his coffee in peace. He...