Years ago, when our grandchildren were still young, we hosted GRAND KAMP—a week of fun activities for grandparents and our grandchildren only. It meant a week of boxed macaroni and cheese (they like the stuff) and wieners sliced and boiled to look like an octopus. (They’re teenagers and still talk about that.) Now you can’t…
DetailsThere’s an unspoiled freshness about morning that I’ve always loved. It’s my very favorite part of the day because it holds a bit of mystery and potential and even promise. I like thinking that it’s morning somewhere all day long. I especially like it that the real Easter message came to the world early in…
DetailsWhen I remember the Easters of my childhood, they mostly involved the new spring mother-daughter dresses Mama made, new hats that had to have small flowers to frame my face and ribbons that trailed in the wind behind me, a new pair of white patent leather shoes from Kramer’s Dept. Store on Broad Street, pink…
Details’Tis amazing what lessons we can still learn and where we learn them. Our studio window is one of those places. Feeding the birds on our corner of the world is something God can check off His list because we do it for Him. We even provide them with a protection under the pergola covered…
DetailsA few years ago when I turned my calendar over to a new January, I resolved to be more spontaneous. That was a big deal for someone whose days have been extremely structured and for one who gets a bit unsettled when there isn’t a long list of check marks on her to-do list at…
DetailsI met a new hero of mine a couple of weeks ago. My newest hero is not a political figure, nor a high-profile leader, nor anyone that the media would qualify as a hero. My hero’s name will probably never make the newspaper or the ten o’clock news. I did not meet my hero at…
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