Previously I wrote that words are powerful. After thinking about that statement, I would like to modify it. More accurately, words can be powerful. Words, in and of themselves, have[…]
Month: May 2020
Standing at about five foot nothing, my grandmother was a woman of few words. But her face, especially her piercing, slate blue eyes, spoke volumes. I don’t ever remember her[…]
The current culture of anger deeply disturbs me. Granted, anger is a natural human emotion, a signal that something is awry. However, it is both seductive and deceptive, creating the[…]
Forty-three years ago, the high school athletic coach asked me to be the scorekeeper for the boys’ basketball and baseball teams. I spent the next few years traveling all over[…]
During the long, dark evenings of winter, reruns of “The Great British Baking Show” were a welcome diversion while cross stitching or knitting. The contestants’ culinary flair and passion were[…]
A few years ago, while end-of-season garden shopping, I discovered a clearance bin full of Tulip bulbs. Exactly what I was looking for. Imagine the color and texture these little[…]
A few years ago, based on the recommendation of a dear friend (who actually gave me the book), I read The King Who Made Paper Flowers. It is the story[…]
Captain Kangaroo was my favorite TV show as a young child. He was the quintessential grandfather, stopping by five mornings a week to read stories, sing songs, play with puppets,[…]
By Carolyn and Joseph Waterbury-Tieman Once there was a snail named Slimy. He lived in a hollowed-out log in Slowtown. Slimy had a friend named Sludge. Sludge was a…well, a slug[…]
“…make me a blessing to someone today…” ~ daily prayer of Father Tim in At Home in Mitford by Jan Karon “Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others[…]