Dear blog friends, thank you for the anniversary wishes. I'll be back to visit all your lovely posts soon. My mom passed away on Monday ...

At a shower and watching a bride-to-be open her many gifts, my then-5-year-old daughter Joy turned to me and asked, "Did you get a l...

Take an old hardback book with an interesting cover and boring contents, a jar of rubber cement, a pair of scissors, a pile of f...

"I can't do this, Sam. "I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the...

To Autumn Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to bend and bless With fr...

Hello there, friends! Eeep! It's been almost a year since the last post about this little project . A few of you had asked me how it...

"There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink...