Stitches

A stitch in time…well, a stitch in time takes time. And it keeps you from other things like writing a pretty regular weekly post that’s been a fairly consistent routine for the last five years. Oh, and there were the three graduations and a wedding, trips to NY and CA, lots of . . . → Read More: Stitches

Scrapped

My parents came of age during the Depression, an event that had great influence on what was saved and stored away for some rainy day need-it-now occasion rather than scrapped. My brother and I fussed and fumed and laughed our way through cleaning out their home after our mother passed away. A . . . → Read More: Scrapped

Reveal

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Improv

Some weeks you just have to improvise. Too many balls in the air. Mostly fun, but a sad one as well. We’ve lost a beloved friend from church who hosted our weekly Bible study at her home. Valerie never met a stranger; she was so graciously welcoming when I first met her . . . → Read More: Improv

New

There’s always something new up my sleeve. Combined with being a crafty (as in sly) grandma type, I had a very creatively fulfilling time this week. I also had the privilege of helping our pastor’s eight year old twin daughters and his ten year son learn how to sew. Their first project? . . . → Read More: New

Discovery

 

Ladies and gentlemen, I have just discovered that after two whole weeks of activities and appointments cancelled because of snow and ice, a day-long evacuation of our home because of area wide power outages, the ornamental pear trees in the front yard are shaking their limbed fists in the face of . . . → Read More: Discovery

Comfort

We’re slightly over the sixth month mark in our transition from California to North Carolina. Some of the predictable stressors have come and gone. And we are finding ourselves more comfortable¬†than we imagined at this stage of the game.

In a part of the country where roads wind and wander . . . → Read More: Comfort

Gifts

Gifts come in many forms this time of year. The usual and expected. The random and ridiculous. But one of my favorites recently appeared on Facebook. Posted by a sweet daughter-of-my-heart, it was a photo of the beloved nativity set from her childhood that her mother had recently given her. She explained . . . → Read More: Gifts

Benchmark

As grandparents, we hit the mark this weekend. While our son and his wife flew east to West Point to spend the holiday weekend with our only granddaughter and her fianc√©, we hung out with his three youngest sons, Pete, 13, Scott 15, and Tim 16. And Scott had an agenda. He . . . → Read More: Benchmark

Gift

A surprise gift appeared in my mailbox last week. The large manila envelop from clear across the country contained the newly publish memoir of friend Martha Jane Petersen. Sweetly inscribed to “a sister on the artistic path,” this soft-bound volume Imaging My Inner Fire – Finding My Path Through Creating Art, is . . . → Read More: Gift