The world through the eyes of a child
The joy and wonderment of youth is a gift like no other. Just when the burdens of the world begin to feel unbearably heavy, I am blessed by the children's' voices that help light up my life, as well as the lives of those around me.
Broken hearts and fond memories
The deeper the joy, the more devastating the heartbreak. The journey across this life brings a mixture of both and somehow we must be strong enough to hold it all.
Greatest joys are found in simple things
Joy is found in simple moments if our eyes and our hearts are open. Today, from the back porch of what will soon be our new home, I watched nine deer amble across the hay field, just about 75 yards from where I stood, only the white board fence separating us.
Surprise ties together generations
I awoke, slightly bleary-eyed from not nearly enough sleep, and headed for the kitchen one morning last week.
Hitchin’ a ride on the rails (well, almost)
While some kids played house, I remember playing railroad hobo with my sisters and our cousins. Our maternal grandparents, Henry and Mabel Tucker, lived on a nice, small horse farm on the outskirts of Ashland.
Farmer’s daughter sings from heart
I spent Friday night with a singing farmer's daughter and it was the most fun I've had in a very long time.
Addiction to oil is a slippery slope
I found out something this past week that sort of has me stumped. I am addicted to oil. Now, I am trying to figure out how this happened.
Black and white in cat and dog fight
I found myself playing referee yesterday, standing in the middle of a cat and dog fight. The scrappers were not a dog and a cat, as you might suspect, but two humans with strong opinions on canine and feline superiority.
Being in the dark is sometimes best
It strikes me as a bit humorous that everything old has become new again in many segments of our society.
Few things harder than a goodbye
There are few things in life more difficult than saying that final goodbye. When my father-in-law passed away unexpectedly in 1997, my husband said the suddenness of his passing was difficult to grasp, and yet a blessing in its quickness.
